Brigade Leader Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart

Right.

Wed, 19 Mar 2003 07:17:52 GMT

Arrived on Skaro.
Had a good shag with the Rani, am looking forward to more.
*growls*

Davros is.. interesting.
Reminds me of this bloke called Stephen Hawking. Except that poor, deceased Stephen had two arms.
Both megalomaniacal though.

Quite nice chap. Makes a good cup of tea.
Daleks came in through rear entrance and have set up static recharging stations for some of the older units.
Have established "No Dalek" perimeters around important parts of the Ship, and am looking forward to working with
the Rani on some biogenetics.

Ship's sensors revealed time trace of the Doctor's TARDIS. Set Ship in motion, immediately after Dalek onload.
I haven't heard from the rest of the respective members of the Aliiance of Evil_tm as of yet, so setting course for an obscure,
out of the way planet to await their response.

yourfutureruler: I have sent the co-ordinates. Please feel free to join us at your convience.

Right. Part 2.

Mon, 17 Mar 2003 05:45:10 GMT

Have decided to reveal my true identity in order to move forwards plans to destroy Doctor.
Am en-route to pick up the Rani and hope to organise meetings with the other evil minds.

The time for revenge is now at hand.

AHA!

Sat, 15 Mar 2003 10:30:08 GMT

*BLAM*
Jenkins!
Machine with the reel to reel.. 5 rounds rapid!

*looks around sees no Jenkins*

Right.

*fires 5 rounds into the Doctor's computer, causing it to shower sparks all around the emptied lab*

Oh Miss Grant?

*wanders off again*

Right.

Sat, 15 Mar 2003 10:25:46 GMT

I've decided it's time to ~~kill~~ get rid of some of the dead wood around here.

*stands up and we see that the Brig is wearing a Rambo-like outfit, reaching out and coming back with a
machine gun of some sort*

Right, perhaps it's time we sorted out all this... it's just like the jungles out there...

*strokes the sweat away from his forehead*

Oh Miss Grant?

*heads out of his office*

*like a predator, he begins to stalk his prey*

Fri, 14 Mar 2003 09:47:07 GMT

Typical. Absolutely typical.

I wake up today and discover that dear melbush and tegan_ljhave been kidnapped by those wretched tin pepperpots.
(note to self, must visit Chunky at the home)

And what happens?

drlongscarf runs off in the TARDIS with out a by-your-leave, not bothering to ask for UNIT
help in the rescue.

Typical. Absolutely typical.

Runs off on an adventure, forgetting those he leaves behind...
Someday, though...
*sighs*

That Fitz bloke...

Wed, 12 Mar 2003 10:05:51 GMT

since he is expressing his feelings through the slaughter of the English language, I'd thought I'd give it a try:

Doctors, oh Doctors
Chaps of splendid,
Come and go as you please,
UNIT funds leave like a disease,
giant messes of blobs litter the dark
and glass shatters on an empty car park.

Leave me behind
with Benton and Yates,
master of your own fates,
alien invasions,
wierd goings about,
Jenkins! Chap with the gout,
5 rounds rapid,
that's what it's all about.

Right.

Mon, 10 Mar 2003 10:31:36 GMT

Miss Smith seems to think I'm being forwards towards her.
Well, can you blame me?

After all the mess that the Doctors, wonderful chaps, all of him, have dragged me
through, you'd think that a quick nip down to the pub with someone who can
commiserate with me is an invitation to shag nasty.

Well, it's NOT.

Lord knows Yates has been out on many a pub crawl as of late, coming back
in the wee hours of the morning...

Benton is still brooding over Jo leaving.

Jenkins and Osgood are lost in their little heaven dismantling the Doctor's equipment...

Where does that leave me?

Stuck in this bloody office, waiting for the next invasion to happen.

Mon, 10 Mar 2003 10:27:46 GMT

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Very High
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
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Sat, 08 Mar 2003 10:52:00 GMT

Yes, so now I've discovered that nearly all of the Doctors, splendid chaps that they
are have one of these "Live Journals". I've already prepared the blanket D-Notice,
just in case they start yammering as they always do in a public forum.

The white-haired one was always good at that.
I must remember to never let him go to a Prison again.

Right.

Fri, 07 Mar 2003 08:32:29 GMT

The Doctor says I can use to this to write down my inner-most thoughts.
Right. As long as it doesn't transport me down to the seafront at Cromer,
I won't have to worry about the blackout of this "LiveJournal" place.

Carry on.