Despite my early morning efforts, a lack of piracy skills
unfortunately rendered me unable to watch ‘The Day of The Doctor’ bright and
early as planned. In order to compensate somewhat for this, and enable me to
manage my grief, I decided to spend my very own ‘Day with The Doctor’.
Feeling the weight of my disappointment, I returned to bed,
hoping to re-start the day with a little more success.
We
awoke on Sunday the 24th of November, planet Hanoi of the Vietnam System,
kick starting the day the only way I knew how – a quick visit to the smoothie lady. Had I known what events were to follow, I may have selected a slightly
stronger poison.
Fruity
goodness consumed, we proceeded to school, with the intention of shaping a few
young Vietnamese minds. The legends of The Time Lords is a topic often neglected
in these parts.
Looking
back now, I can see that the signs were there. I try to excuse myself on the
grounds that the morning’s disappointment had blunted my vigilance, but no
matter the excuse, no matter the perspective, I myself, am partly to blame.
They
came in the night, they hid in the water . Innocently seeking hydration the
children were taken, consumed by the alien life forms and left as no more
than than mindless shells, vessels for
the purpose of evil. An unstoppable force.
Before
we had realised what had happened, the Doctor was captured. Terrorised and
mauled by these conscienceless creatures. Fortunately, using an infallible combination of wit, charm and a
sonic screw driver in a way only The Doctor can, he managed to escape their
grasp.
We
retired to lunch to regroup and consider our options.
Despite our superior combination of converse and quick wit,
we knew this was a battle we could not fight alone. The enemy was too strong,
the risks were too high. We were left with only one option; it was time to
rally the troops.
He spoke with elegance and urgency. His words opened our
eyes to the truth, we saw that cowardice was not an option. All were aware of
the risks we were to face that day, victory was essential, to fail would be to
lose everything. The fate of Hanoi had fallen on our shoulders.
A peaceful resolution was our aim, violence is never in the
Doctor’s nature. The plan was a little hazy – ‘dehydration guns!’ he’d
exclaimed… the rest I assumed we’d piece together along the way.
The time came and we prepared for battle.
Guns in hand we stormed the school gates, then divided to
take the enemy from all sides. The numbers were against us, the opposition was
confident, but there was one thing they hadn't considered…
We had the Doctor.
Victory was a distant destination. One by one we sucked the
hydro-bound creatures from the students, rendering them limp and lifeless on
the floor. As we took on the masses, The Doctor went straight for the source.
Destroying their leader with one fateful flush.
Victory secured, we turned our attention to the children,
restoring them with a single sip of water.
The day was long, the battle was hard – finally it was time
to go home, grab a cuppa, perch on the edge of my undersized plastic stool and
watch The Day of The Doctor.
Wee wooooo wee woo woooo…..
