..but the moment has been prepared for.

No more words, as Orcini says at the end of Revelation of the Daleks: no more shadow-hibernations. I have, finally, run out of enthusiasm for The Tin Drummer and all his works, and so he dies.


I am not ruling out a return, either under my own name, or a totally new pseudonym (heh heh, wouldn't that piss Tim Ireland off!) but either way - no more TTD.

CBI recently wrote:

Awake ye, Oh Tin Drummer...

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The world is lacklustre, the Drummer has things to say.
Time for the silence to end.

I'm sure you can do better than me, old chap. Over to you.


-Drum goes in the bloody bin -

Crumbs

Saturday's Doctor Who was really, very very good indeed. I thought "crikey, this isn't for adults, this is drama for the whole family and goodness me I haven't seen anything this damn good for years and years." As usual, myself, Ms Drummer and Ms Drummer's boy watched spellbound - how many modern dramas can a whole family watch like this? - until finally I had to send the boy out to attend the barbecue because I needed to, erm, do some washing up* immediately after the last scene.




*=yes, alright, I was crying. So what?