The Dominators

“Are You Afraid of the Quark?”, “Dulcis of the Vampire”, “Doctor Who and the Middle Aged Rebel”

“The One with the Men in Skirts” (USA), “Rather Racy” (Lib Dem newsletter)

Big shouldered aliens bitch at each other while their gay robots bully some pathetic cross dressing natives. Doctor Who then sorts it all out.

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“We are the Dominators.”

"Oh my giddy aunt - Jamie, hold my trousers and avert your gaze."

"A Dominator must be obeyed. Your leader means nothing to me. I respect only one thing - superior pants"

The Quarks were intended to replace the Daleks as the show's main merchandise monsters. No, really. It sounds silly but it's true. Honestly.

Patrick Troughton returned from his summer break sporting a new nose that he'd had done in California. This is why his nose isn't in shot at all until part three when the swelling had gone down.

Wendy Padbury had been to New Zealand for her summer hols and had been made a queen of one of the native tribes. She didn't let it go to her head and continued to answer to "Your graciousness".

Frazer Hines had been to his native Scotland to brush up his accent, fluff up his sporran and buff up his tan.

The idea of two big shouldered people bitching to each other was later stolen and used as the basis of every since American show of the 1980s. Writer Norman Ashby missed out on millions in royalties owing to him being a non-existent person.

As this was due to be their final season, Hines, Troughton and Padders decided not to be arsed this year. "In the future, people will be able to watch my first two seasons and enjoy those. It's not as if they'll need to watch this bunch of twaddle" said Troughton in his 1969 diary.

Si Hunt

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"I once arranged a Specialities and Memorabilia Night at the Elk and Bush for likeminded people to come and exchange information on rarities and topics of interest. The Bendaton Bugle insisted on charging per letter when I asked Mr Cockgrip to place a small advertisement in their Coming Attractions section so I had to sensible economise what I wrote. "S&M Night at Elk/Bush" I began, knowing full well that any sensible person would be able to tell that meant at the Elk AND Bush public house, "Dress formally" I added to keep away the proles. I was rather surprised when the attendees all came dressed as security guards from Story ZZ or Leela of the Seveteem but I put that down to my having spent the past month in my records archive and being a little out of touch with current fashions within the telehistorical community. A woman, dressed inappropriately and accompanied by a leather clad masked gentleman on a lead, approached me and asked if I would like her to smack my b-o-t-t-o-m. "I most certainly would not" I snapped, "Doctor Flapjack has stressed the importance of not letting anything near my a-n-u-s which he himself has not authorised". The woman unzipped her companion's mouth. "It's quite all right, Mr Brent" came the voice of Doctor Flapjack, "she has my permission." But I was in no mood for this silliness and I marched off to get myself a small sherry. Two scrawny peasants came up to me and asked me a facile question. "Don't be pathetically stupid" I quipped. They began to groan. "Do it again" they begged. "You people are beneath contempt" I continued. They groaned once more. "Again, again" they pleaded. "Get out of my way you subnormal proles" I snapped. "Oh yes yes yes" they moaned. I really don't know what was going on but even that was more interesting than Story TT <g>"

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