You see the High Council had sent The Doctor back in time to avert the creation of their greatest enemies The Daleks, or failing that cause them to perhaps evolve into a less aggressive species. In order to garuntee that outcome the High Council had also decided to send a second team without actually telling The Doctor.Actually, knowing what a bunch of scheming wheeler dealers they are, they probably did the same with our team, Rassilon alone knows how many teams they sent.
Off course The Doctor is a long lived and genius adventurer who has been traveling through time and space for hundreds of years, regenerating through new bodies, and is a dab hand at getting out of the most incredible situations. Trouble is his middle name. My middle name is Patrick and I have only ever had the one body and its a bit crap, to be honest, creaky and unreliable.
Fortunately Amanda was there to keep us focused on the task at hand. For when the wind is southerly she knows a hawk from a handsaw, to paraphrase William Shakespeare in Hamlet..or maybe Ronnie Barker in The Phantom Raspberry Blower Of Old London Town...
Unfortunately, while The Doctor, Harry and Sarah were winging it back and forward across the tortured landscape of Skaro, being chased by Kaleds, Thals and Mutos, meeting Davros and bearing witness to The Genesis Of The Daleks, Amanda and I had the misfortune to land in a greenhouse full of flesh devouring infectious Varga plants. These nasty examples of mutated vegetable plant monsters were no bunch of petunias, more like Triffids on crack cocaine.
And weed killer does not cut it with them.
This was less like an episode of doctor Who and more like an episode of Homocidal Gardener's World. A big hit show in The Vogon system ,apparently.
It all ended much of a muchness, with Davos and his creations going on to become the galactic nightmare we all feared despite our best efforts. Ah well, off to Metebelus 3 for a quiet break, I hear that famous blue planet is welcoming and restful....
