Like the Dukes of Hazard. Does Billy know who it was? A twitch of the ear. Follow on rifts. Bondage Daleks leave him cold. Sputters loves Fushia (apparently). U-Boat Captains guilt. He should have railings around him. We'd all be god-smacked by Dickens in our carriage. Just sayin'. She said Bush. Artificial Touchwood vs the purity of Who. We should all be watching the same thing! The gay guy who dies in four weddings. The chances of a pure historical? Going back for Edwin Drood. Barberella and the bins. A thing for turning hookers. Make it a two parter - put more adverts in it?! The same level again - inside the WHOniverse. What makes Sputters cry? - too much whiskey? The jumper. A very big thank you - it could have been Christopher Biggins. Who would you cosplay at a convention? Waiting for the last Sarah Jane. So posh Welsh she doesn't have an accent. The crack, again. Where he needs to go. Victorian gas. Timey Wimey NOT! Terry is strongest. Our Gwen - well played! Has he gone yet?
A massive thank you, as ever, to the Prof, for turning another pigs ear into a silk purse. You are our editing hero (and Sputters had forgotten how much bloody work one of these things takes).
Thanks to Saint Xtofer and everyone over on our Facebook and Twitter, and Terry over at Google Plus. Should you give a damn, don't forget the Dirty WHOers rating system and the Dirty WHOers drinking game.