Plus ca change, plus ca meme chose.

Hope you like it - it's all for you!

I shall be back tomorrow, but for now I must sleep. Goodnight La'G, neardark - and anytime you need your feet massaging neardark, just pm me.

Oh - and keep our son inline while I'm gone. The gin bottle is all yours

EX-FUMIGATE! EX-FUMIGATE!

I can't stop laughing tonight, I'm getting beyond rational posting. But hey, maybe that plotline has legs, and they could run with it?

I will strive, Sire, to keep our son on the path of the righteous, but I fear greatly that he is heading into the vale of thingy! I will resist temptation of ye gin, but will keep it for medicinal purposes, to tend to your headache tomorrow morn. Oh, cast us not into the snow, Sire! Prithee and things! And thank ye kindly and blushingly for ye offer

The powerful thing about the sock Daleks (apart from the stench) is they require no outside limb interference. So if the first one is lurking already in a pile within Onion's Sex Wardrobe, he should be very afraid

Now, where's that son of ours? Come here young Mark, and practice your innuendos to please your father, or we'll be cast adrift in an open boat on yon snowy Victorian Xmas card street scene thingy!

Can the sock daleks self-reproduce? Are they hermaphroditic to that extent? Are those really socks?

Run, young onion, run for your life!

To borrow terribly from my nemesis, the cybermen - erm, sorry, Peggy Mitchell,

"Yer daft cah! - get outta mah pub!"

Night all!

Well, that rather lowered the tone a trifle. My Victorian bottom lip is quivering, as a maiden blush bepaints my cheeks, and tears start to form in the corners of my eyes, as I turn them to face the snowy streets, cold and alone, apart from brattish son clinging to my skirts...

Night night Den, and enjoy

Once one sock Dalek has been created, all it takes is a slight rubbing of the grubby and worn heel of a Dalek sock and a "human" sock and, well, socks away
This is of course why it's advisable to wear flip flops during the present muggy summer time conditions - we all know sweating lowers moral fibre - and why should we expect man-made moral fibre to be any different?

Night Den!

I'd hate to be disappointed. D_M - have ye cleaned yer pale?

I do hope young Mark is paying attention to this - I never did get round to teaching him about the birds and the socks. On fire tonight I see, La G!
I have to run and feed wildlife in real life for a minute, but will return to hear more of sock Dalek lore

I think it's a terrible disgrace that he's not here to give his stern but loving Victorian father a chaste but respectful kiss on the cheek (of your choice) goodnight. He'll be off in GD playing with the naughty hooded boys again

I find it interesting that my blue wardrobe has metamorphised from my Old Gitmobile into a sex cupboard - I hope nothing I have posted has led you to believe anything untoward might be going on in it...

I have merely corrected some very strange misconstruementation. Or something.

My sex cupboard is actually a little bigger and has fewer socks.

Aye, he will - plying them with cider he paid for with money he nicked from me.

Keep it up, son

Goodnight dahlings.

Twas the night before the final episode of Who,
All the creatures were stirring, that incldes you.
They'd been speculating and wondering all 7 days,
Before the climax - "The Parting of the Ways"

All of this waiting - we cannot stand it!
Will the Daleks succeed in taking over the planet?
This question shall remain until quarter to eight,
That is when we shall discover the Doctor's fate

What will happen to Eccleston - will he die?
Will David Tennant rise up high?
Or will we all be letting out gasps of joy,
As we discover it was all a marketing ploy?

Will the BBC bosses be diving for cover,
If it's revealed that Tennant's not taking over?
Or will we be watching in anticipation,
Of something special - a regeneration?

And who owns the deep voice, that we hear?
Should it be Adam that we all fear?
Or Mickey or Jackie or the Face of Boe,
We'll just have to wait - tomorrow we'll know.

Ba - dum, ba ba ba babadum....(not easy writing music for drums)

Oh onion, you know that under the terms of the restraining orders we're not to refer to the Sex Wardrobe "in terms that might allow the time travelling single female to imagine a zone of safety and gladness, rather than it's true shocking depravity" (Judge'n'Captain Jack, 2105)

Ah, our beloved son has been in his room doing his poeticness, not hanging round with naughty boys or dawdling in onion's naughty cupboard (or very naughty cupboard, apparently). Brings a tear of pride to this mother's eye, I tell ye!

Seriously Mark - wonderful stuff!

Quote of the current timeline, definitely

Another stirring rhyme - Mine are more reminiscent of William MacGonnagal!

Eek! Who's Simeone - is this another candidate for BW that I've overlooked?

Someone's been monkeying about.....