Procure a hammock.  Do it now.  I don't know how I lived without one until this day.  Furniture which practically requires you to fall asleep, while also offering the thrilling prospect of spilling your tea everywhere at any careless moment?  GENIUS.  Greenlight Hammocks: The Movie at once, you fools! 

((((flist))))  ILU.  Ta muchly, lovely people.  All is... OK.  Which is good enough for me right now.  *snugs you all*

Anyway, until now I've been dealing with The Unsightly Business via the means of Timelash (not good: even Paul Darrow having the time of his life doesn't distract from quite how awful the script is) and recons of The Underwater Menace (because when the going gets tough, the tough WATCH FISHPEOPLE).  But apparently it is Four To Doomsday rewatch night at davison_era, and... well, I can't hate it any more than I do already, right?

I'm trying to remember the rules of the Five drinking game.  If it's just 'drink every time it is excruciatingly terrible, twice if it's Adric's fault', my liver may be in peril.