When is the ginger one not thinking filthy thoughts?

Ooh, ooh, what is it? Have never read any Five books (except for the Targets, which really don't count). I bet there will be no amusing subtext at all, and he will be one-dimensionally evil.

We will know he is thinking filthy thoughts all the way through anyway, of course.

The only SW novels I've read have been the actual movie ones, and not even all of those (though to be fair the TPM book was only a rubbish as the film...). Am slightly surprised that the evil empire that is Lucasfilm allowed even a whiff of slash through: gay robots aside, the beardy one seems somewhat unaware of sex. Except, you know, incest and that.

Space larks, you say? Bring it on!

That would be "The King of Terror," by Keith Topping. It's not really very good, but there's some fun blink-and-you'll-miss-'em pop culture references in there.

Em, well, there's nakedness and bondage and an anal probe and Turlough goes off to have a one-night stand with a sexy woman and drinks whiskey ... and somehow it still isn't very good. I don't know how they managed to pull that off.

Icon love. I'm starting up a sub-category - tie-adjustment porn.

turlough's pole is indeed a character in its own right. It should have its own fanzine and many icons all to itself. I should add it took me forever to find that scene, because he carries that pole around with him for hours, like it's his new best friend or so he can poke Tegan with it.

Those stripy socks are rubbishy sports socks and therefore WRONG. Turlough would never wear them.

I love how reading comments on my gmail account gives me such relevant adverts:

'Here are five rules for guys who enjoy wearing stripes'

The red socks are the good ones. And ye gods, you're right about those shoes. I don't care if they're authentic Edwardian cricketing shoes: they make me unwell. At least he's too busy running about for me to take much notice.

I'm just going on what someone said on davison_era. Although that may be based on Lies invented by JNT.

'Yes, Petey, this is what all Edwardian cricketers wore. Including the celery. No really. Shut up now, I'm the Master Producer!'

You could always claim that Ten travelled through time to give Fivey better shoes. Although Fivey would probably have nodded politely, promised to wear them, and put his old ones back on later in a smug way.

(Although, hang on: Ten would know about that...so he'd come back to give him another pair, which would also be cast aside...and...and...then he;d be stuck in a shoe-related recursive loop and never get round to any more adventuring. Bugger, time travel's annoying.)

Do you have a particular excuse for the Fivey dressing up, or is this just for personal amusement, going to Tescos, etc?

Emergency fancy dress parties? Wow, I need a new social life.

I am terrible at fancy dress. I got invited to a Titanic party and ended up going as the iceberg, only to discover that the theme was actually 'What you were wearing when the Titanic sank', and everyone else there was in full 1912 costume, with one man wearing (literally) an entire shower cubicle. I felt somewhat like an arse.

Clearly preparation is the way to go:)

Because they only made that up at the last minute in Caves

Because he is prettier when he's unconscious.

Trust me, it's a full-on fondle. But I doubt she's formed quite the bond that the ginger one seems to have with his, true.

The poor woman spends that entire story trying to get up ladders without showing her pants, bless her. She does actually give us a flash in this one, though: I'm amazed it seems to be the only example, given the whole spacewhore fetishwear JNT insisted on.

I'm having Be Nice To Tegan Week, after watching her in Black Orchid. Any girl who gets pissed in a good frock and chats up rich strangers is fine by me:) This also leaves me free to be mean to other people, allowing me to look at your icon and, while still thinking it's cute, shout 'Oi! Sutton! Put on a BRA!'

They're perfectly pleasant breasts. They just cry out for some support is all.

(Also, she needs to stop draping them over the ginger minx's head like that. He belongs to Fivey, you silly lady!)

Tsk. You lose at Be Nice To Tegan Week.

(Although a week is a long time, now I think about it...)

*boggles*

Am slightly scared by myself assuming that you were refer to the tart in the leather mini as opposed to the ginger minx there. Woe, I am hamstrung by the genderisation of popular slang for tartiness and unable to escape the heterosexist bonds of my repressed British upbringing!

Or something.

Stellar rentboy is nice. And Nyssa is just dull, really, although I like her in silly fairy princess mode. And when she builds the world's biggest vibrator.

Glad to see I'm not the only one feeling the sock love here