Adric's bedroom was a nice innocent place. Poster of space. Books. Eighties mesh chair that my friend Simon had. A perfectly acceptable place for a young Alzarian to curl up on a blanket and think about Maths.





Turlough's approach to suitable bedroom furniture appears to have been slightly different.


Ignore, if you will, the pouting air hostess, and marvel.



Surely that can't be comfortable? Though I suppose it is wipe-clean...


In other news, I have been watching Doctor Who: Lust in Space, aka Mark Strickson Presents Something That Will Make Your Brain Hurt. My fandom is on very hard drugs. John Nathan-Turner making jokes about toast! Nicholas Courtney perving on Katy Manning! Some hats that don't fit properly! Plus a photomontage of b&w images of the Turlough/Peri bikini rescue, set to moving music. Stricko manages, when discussing Tegan, to declare 'She arrived in a school uniform, and ended up in a boob tube!' Freudian slip, darling?

Who cares how batshit it is? It has Stricko being snide in it! Hurrah!

Oh, and I was watching Gaudy Night (the Edward Petherbridge/Harriet Walter one) after discovering that my friend had never heard of Dorthy L. Sayers (I know, I know), and it took me two whole episodes to notice it has Liz Shaw in it. In my defence, Miss Hillyard is being played by Robert Hardy in a wig, which was distracting.

But I'm now having the worrying thought that in my brain, a little bit, Fivey = Lord Peter. Which is just wrong.