Here, have another crumpled envelope of used banknotes! I like the tone of your remarks lately, Clocket; my head is now officially too big to get out of the room! :D
Yes, retro-Torchwood...the appeal of pistol-packing chaps and gels in tweed, thwarting the dastardly Hun and his extraterrestrial collaborators has not deserted me yet...they're well down the plotbunny pecking order, for now. I was thinking the other day about the old woman in that Season 1 episode of SJA, the one whose husband was some sort of Indiana Jones-esque archaeologist tangling with Sontarans in the 1930s Middle East. Or that was what she seems to be talking about, anyway. There's fic there, I think; there's no way her hubby wasn't Torchwooded-up (or at least being debriefed by them in a old-school-tie brandy-and-cigars-at-the-club sort of way when he fetched up back in Blighty)... Go away, bunnies! Leave me alone!
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Yes, retro-Torchwood...the appeal of pistol-packing chaps and gels in tweed, thwarting the dastardly Hun and his extraterrestrial collaborators has not deserted me yet...they're well down the plotbunny pecking order, for now. I was thinking the other day about the old woman in that Season 1 episode of SJA, the one whose husband was some sort of Indiana Jones-esque archaeologist tangling with Sontarans in the 1930s Middle East. Or that was what she seems to be talking about, anyway. There's fic there, I think; there's no way her hubby wasn't Torchwooded-up (or at least being debriefed by them in a old-school-tie brandy-and-cigars-at-the-club sort of way when he fetched up back in Blighty)... Go away, bunnies! Leave me alone!