One way to prevent conversation from being boring is to say the wrong thing.
- Frank Sheed
- Frank Sheed
Ah, Lady and Gentleman. You look like you've been good, so here's a winter solstice present for you. It's been a while since the Rev (yes, that one) and myself have had an unfettered natter about things and stuff, and so here's our most recent one. There's been an awful lot of toot typed and talked about the thirty-fifth series of Doctor Who - calling it 'season nine' is a basic error for a start - so here's our chance to point out a few of the mistakes pundits may, or may not, have been making.
Also, it finally answers the question that nobody seems to've been asking about which of Missy's statements back in The Magician's Apprentice was a lie. Spoiler: it's not the one you thought it was.
So, sit back, pour yourself a warm lemony drink (or tear open an old speckled hen) and wrap your ears around two chums having a fine old time. Or don't. Completely up to you.
Play nice now. See you soon.
Hoe, hoe, hoe.
Also, it finally answers the question that nobody seems to've been asking about which of Missy's statements back in The Magician's Apprentice was a lie. Spoiler: it's not the one you thought it was.
So, sit back, pour yourself a warm lemony drink (or tear open an old speckled hen) and wrap your ears around two chums having a fine old time. Or don't. Completely up to you.
Play nice now. See you soon.
Hoe, hoe, hoe.
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