Sisters and Acolytes
As we near the magical date of 22 May when the Lord of Time *praise be his name and teninch* will rise into the sky and transform into a floppy haired toddler, pictures emerge of how the Lord's life is undergoing a radical change.
On Thursday, our Lord Teninch is snapped emerging from F*cking Gordon F*cking Ramsey's place at F*cking Claridges clad in the Holy White Pinstripe Jacket being pursued relentlessly by the paps of her Majesty's Gutter Press. You will be pleased to see, Sisters, that as he is chased down the street, he does not stop to retrieve a Child, so either she was home in bed as it was a school night, or he was happy for her to be trampled by the photographers! Either way, it is a result!
Merely one day later, another picture emerges showing that the Lord is not adjusting well to the thought of life after *Who*. This picture shows our Lord, clearly the worse for drink, trudging the streets of Cardiff looking for where he parked the TARDIS.
It appears that he is about to revisit the dodgy curry he had in the Raj Mahal an hour earlier with the (female) producer of a quaint US show on Public Broadcast Service channel. She was impressed with his ability to *nail* his characters and he was persuaded to cross the pond by her promise to line up a whole new female payroll in Virginia.
We trust our Acolytes in the colonies will repay our generosity in the past, by uploading any visions and moving images of our Lord which appear on their screen to the sacred You-don't-Tube in the Fall.
Tennant (for now) x
1 comment:
Amen to our Lord sans Child!
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