and were brought up short to see this
in a bakery window.
An innocent bun-rounder you say?
I'm sorry. I'm just not buying it.
There's no doubt in my mind that it's a scout, part of a planned invasion force.
Don't believe me? OPEN your eyes!
Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
2 comments:
I'd recommend calling the Brigadier, but try as he might, he's never any help.
I'd take Daleks to the Krynoid any day.
Dale Price.
You think like a daaalek.
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