Gosh. Has it really been a month? I’m sorry. I’d make the excuse that we were away – that usually works – but we weren’t away that much; I think things have just got on top of me a bit. There are reasons. You don’t get to hear them. Still, it’s time we got back into the swing of things – I have a bunch of new videos to show you, the second half of that Production Myths debacle that landed me in hot water in at least one Facebook group, and…well, who knows? But we’ll talk about something, usually Doctor Who. Come with me, semi-constant reader, as we tread the fine line between social distancing and all-out lockdown that will hopefully take us to Christmas, and a new episode that is bound not to live up to the hype.
First, this.
Cue brief Facebook explosion.
“HANDS! FACE! SPACE! HANDS! FACE! SPACE! HANDS! FACE! SPACE!”
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Thorpe Park, and it looks like we’re all screwed.
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“Listen, we’re gonna get you out of here. But with the benefit of hindsight, I think you probably shouldn’t have tried to sing Rule Britannia.”
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“Gavin? I think I’ve fixed that algorithm.”
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Posted without comment.
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And finally: we have the Prime Minister to thank for this one. Well, at least he’s good for something.
Brian of Morbius 