Thwack and Leather.
There were zombies in the Hub, and I was asleep in some sort of blue misery until T was called to go help. I was a bit groggy even though I haven't been alcohol soaked since the CoT party and the apparently embarassing things I did then. I remember T needing thread and sequin control though, hurr hurr!
I caught some comment about setting a cricket bat on fire in the Hub to control Zombies. Nostalgia just ripped through me, man.
Damn, have you ever played cricket in the summer on the beach or in the park with some really ineffective mates due to being in the pub for lunch just previously, and having to make the ball out of three socks and some string? And the bat is only a squashed flat plastic bottle. Never use a wine bottle by the way... And I can't seem to remember exactly why we were all in the park that time but I remember for sure why we found catching a ball so funny. Back in Cardiff none of those people are still there, they've all gone to jobs in England. Proper cricket there though, I will say that for it.
At that point I got up and showered and shaved. The pile of clothes I'd put on the chair in the room were in the cupboard again, and I have been living long enough with my Tardy girl for her to be able to give me a hint without ending up in a small size towel in a corridor with the Doc pretending to not see anything not quite covered up hanging underneath ahem, two blokes NOT LOOKING , INTERESTING CEILING and wow CUPBOARDS AND SHIT YEAH... WE ARE HETERO SEE YOU L8R DUDE... Not doing that again in a hurry, I have to stop embarassing the Doc so often. T says I am not to bother so much about people seeing my body. She is kind or I am self-depreciating in the extreme. Both.
So I went to the Wardrobe suite of rooms and twirled a few stands around until something jumped out at me. Kind of in with the Edwardian thing that T and me had going on a few days back, I went for it wholesale. And the sound of willow on leather is very evocative of a few other things that Edwardian beauty T is possibly persuadable for... Now where was that chaise-longue room and has T finished with the flame thrower yet now the Zombies are quelled. Doc, your plate of sandwiches is in the fridge in the yellow kitchen and see you later. The TARDIS seems to be purring at me under my fingers as I trace my fingers on her walls now I'm wearing this. Must get back to Captain Jack about the robot porn version of Wall-E for me and T to watch later...
