GET BEHIND THE SOFA!!!

[Fat Bob]

The Waters of Mars - the scariest Doctor Who ever!

[Fat Bob]

Sunday 15th November.

So I fly back home on friday night......

[FurBaby]

ooh!

btw: i thought there was going to be a new Doctor this season? not that i'm complaining, me loves me David Tennant.

[Fat Bob]

This isn't a season. All of the shows this year have been one-offs, so the 2008 Xmas special (The Doctor, where someone gets some of the Doctor's memories implanted by cybermen and thinks he's the Doctor), the one in the space-warp desert and a london bus, this one then the 2009 Xmas special, which the Doctor will regenerate at the end of.

Hmmmm....I wondering with so much CGI whether I should get this on Bluray? Oh, probably not, it'll have a plot.....

[Jedi]

It's out!

[BoD]

Downloading now, along with Ep 1 of Top Gear

[Fat Bob]

Both good indeed.

Have I got news for you is also doing the next series....

[Bender]

Account of a Visit from Davros
- with apologies to Clement Clark Moore (or possibly Major Henry Livingstone Jr depending on who you believe)

'Twas the night before Christmas, at UNIT HQ
The Companions were stirring as excitement grew;
Sarah Jane busied herself with her hair,
In hopes that The Doctor soon would be there.

K9 was rattling around in his box,
And Leela was choosing ‘twixt leather and frocks,
While the Brig and Sarge Benton, and Jo in her wrap,
Had just cracked the Johnny for a warming nightcap.

When out on the lawn came a grind and a hiss,
They sprang to their feet to see the TAR-DIS.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

By the light of the moon on the new fallen snow,
They saw materialise in the courtyard below;
What even the Council of Time Lords would vex,
A galactic destroyer, and eight hulking da-leks.

With a wizened old pilot, so evil and hos-
-tile they knew that it must be Dav-ros.
More savage than Drashiks, his daleks they came,
Maniacally he screeched, and he call'd them by name.

"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen,
"On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donner and Blitzen;
"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate all!"

As Rutans before the Sontarans would fly,
When they meet with resistance, just blow it sky high;
So up to the house-top the daleks they flew,
With all kinds of explosives — and old Davros too.

And the Companions in horror heard from the roof
The daleks blow through what they’d thought was bomb-proof
In a way that made all of them loose in the bowel,
Cackling wildly, Davros charged with a howl.

He was dress'd all in black, from his head to his waist,
With his legs and his nethers in metal encased;
A bundle of ray guns arranged on his trolley,
All except one, which it seemed was his brolly.

His toothless old mouth like some devil cat’s bottom,
And the smell of him was like old prawn heads gone rotten;
His eye — how it glinted! His wrinkles disgusting,
His fingers like claws. Their bladders now busting.

They readied themselves for disintegration,
Their thoughts full of hate for that prick Terry Nation.
If it wasn’t for him and his evil creations
They’d be scoffing mince pies and swigging libations.

But when all seemed forlorn and their fates must be sealed,
A familiar sound like cathedral bells pealed;
Except that it wasn’t, it was noise indescribable
From Ron Grainer drunk on a drink unimbibable.

The Doctor had come! He’d come to the rescue
He blew all the daleks from off the bent fescue.
Then he ran to his TARDIS with a grin on his face,
To banish old Davros to beyond Time and Space.

With his sonic screwdriver, to Davros’s horror
He temporal-trapped him to the back of tomorrer
Then they heard him exclaim, ere he winked out of sight —
“I’ll return yesterday, so to all a good night!”