Ch-ch-ch-chk like that noise they make on 24 when something important is about to happen like an advert.
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Ch-ch-ch-cke-chk-ch-ck-che-ck back to 24
Jack Bauer fed up of saving the world has decided to write my blog this morning.
We only have five minutes.
Wise that jack?
We always only have five minutes.
Suddenly Doctor Who turns up.
Make mine a Cider and Blackcurrant.
We are surrounded by Daleks.
I feel compelled to engage them in a philosophical discussion. A sort of dialektics. Instead we have a quick game of three card brag. They go away crying as I exterminated them. They can't even shuffle, let alone cheat.
Yesterday. Cannot remember. We had dinner. Watched TV. Went to bed. Then these bloody daleks turned up and Jack ch-ch-ch-chk-ch-chk-ch turned up and started to try and run my life. Fortunately he only stayed five minutes.
Another bloody spaceship lands in the garden. This time I think it is the star ship enterprise. This is all getting out of hand.
How did that music go?
Today well it looks like I might have a few problems to deal with. Captain Kirk and his mates for breakfast. Loads of dead daleks all over the floor, and bleeding Jack Bauer and Doctor Who. I wish they would all go away and leave me and my brain to play games with each other.
Nannoo nannoo. Bye for now,
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