Alan

Happiness Patrol !

Jaws was never my scene and I don’t like Star Wars.

Are you judging my fingers?

How do I zoom?

Still looks good. Ride it out.

Downstairs, seven straight people are dancing badly to Disco Bowie.

Beef Fizz?

You went to “The Dome”. Where Christmas starts in January. It’s literally all they do.

Limited space in a jet, so they leave their luggage and then get the train back to collect it?

It looks lovely

And if the Doctor has done control over the Tardis at this point as he does seem to, why didn’t they just use it to get to London in the first place?

Questions arise. Why did the Brigadier and Harry go back to Scotland? Why did the Doctor buy a return ticket if he was solely going back to get the Tardis?

So what happens next? Everyone goes back to Scotland. And what do they do? They talk about how they are getting back to London and whether or not they can get a refund on the unused portions of the Doctor and Sarah’s unused return tickets.

#spoilers #doctorwho #terrorofthezygons The thing that is bugging me today. They need to rush from Loch Ness to London to stop Broton, which they do. How do they get there? It’s never made clear. It’s not in the Tardis, though, as that’s still in Scotland in the next scene.

Hello! 👋

One of these days I will write a detailed analysis of my theory that Big Finish’s output is inherently feminist. That day is not today.

Alien Bodies, by Lawrence Miles

Today’s thought.

This book actually did change my life. I mean, not in a huge way, but it made me reassess what fan fiction was, and what it could be. I’ve had a story published that is based on this, with another on the way. It influences most of what I’ve written since I read it in some way.

I have a suspicion that Bonnie Langford is in The Giggle and I really, really hope I’m right.

Beer.

Lunch has almost finished.

On my flight yesterday I swapped seats with a woman across the aisle so she could be with her boyfriend. I was left sitting next to a guy in his 80s who was a spreader and a squirmer. When he tried to sit sideways with his bony arse pushing into me I had to gently but firmly pull the armrest down.

I’m in the of rediscovering what it means to have nothing to do. It’s quite exciting. I might have lunch soon. Out not. Choices.

Yes, his story about losing his capital Q in a grammar duel with Princess Anne and the New Power Generation seemed plausible, but when they had been on the road, back in the heady days of the Smoo Olympics, he always had a spare. And he would never have lost a grammar duel.

They sat on a bench in the park, drank coffee and looked down at the hole in the earth where the lake had once been.

“Who would have thought that the gateway to hell was under a lake in Northumberland all this time?” mused the quiet Scot.

Miss Elsie was unconvinced.

Tardis reveal. Ish.

The quiet Scot stared blankly at Miss Elsie. “Hmm,” he said. “New teeth. Who Dis?” She rolled her eyes. “Double one. There should be a phrase for that.” @enonamouse.bsky.social smiled wryly.

It’s another day stuck in one room while workmen take over our home, but hopefully the last day of this for a while. Electrician next week.

Dorries.

Day 2 of the long weekend will also be spent cleaning

Avoiding the fringe in Edinburgh in August is a fun challenge.

The cover of “Sleepy” by Kate Orman, published in 1996.

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