Not Cardiff. Not Egypt, ancient or otherwise. However...


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This was the view around the time when the humans dozed off:

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Andy, T and I have been to mid 1900's Cardiff, late 7800's Remora, and are now in early 2300's Calcutta. I've come to the conclusion that the TARDIS has decided that it needs to be wet for a while. I've left it outside, and we're now wandering around the floating parts of the city eating Bad Wolf Burger (just don't ask what's in it). I'll let you ( Read more... )

Okay, Andy and T, you're done. I have been walking along this beach all night long, and you can't have been going the entire time. If you like, I'm sure you can find the fixings for sex on a beach in the TARDIS.

Cross your fingers, everybody. Hopefully the TARDIS will fly correctly more than twice in a row...

Very bored.

T and Andy are enjoy their enforced tropical getaway. I really should have seen that coming- this isn't the first time Companions of mine have fallen for each other, and they were falling before I met either of them. Still, I'll probably pick them up before too long. If I leave them alone with each other for too long they won't have any ( Read more... )

( This is a mauve sort of situation. )

Andy, we're off to the 52nd century, and this time we aren't stopping until we get there. Unless someone needs saving or the universe is going to end or something, but given our recent adventure I think we're due for a break. We'll pick up T, and then I'll drop you both off in Abergavenny for your romantic getaway. The Dilgar and I will take a trip ( Read more... )

As it turns out, my mistake was giving that man with the water scooter his freedom. Fairly peaceful political prisoner he may be, but his husband? Not really. It's that guy who made the oddly shaped explosion I showed you a picture of in my last post. He incited panic among the prisoners and guards alike; those who had come into contact with either ( Read more... )

Well, we've overshot a bit, and ended up in the early 53rd instead of the early 52nd. However, we don't appear to be leaving anything soon, as we've come across 53rd century rugby. You'd like it Jack; it involves a lot of laser guns shooting people in the face.

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I have a daughter. She calls herself Jenny, and shares 100% of the same genetic material as me, which is how I know any of this. This could end badly, so here are some instructions:

1) Any direct contact between Jenny and myself is hereby banned. Jenny, Martha mentioned this before, but I'm going to say it again: you can't be on this journal. I can' ( Read more... )