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Recently I've started purchasing some of the older Big Finish Doctor Who audio adventures because the official website has them on sale for under £2 per download. As these are Dr Who episodes I will not use illegal download methods.
I have heard the following stories and these are my thoughts about them:
The Sirens of Time

Welcome to the Athens Mais-fest, renaming this festival has prevented the following error.

To be or not to be:

Whatever!

Spaceships made of garbage
Bought and paid for by
Slaves at the apple factory
Flying around a huge lump of rock
In the middle of nowhere.

Whatever!

That's progress for you
Flying cars never materialized
From the deep dark recesses
Of 1950s B movies
To take us to the palaces of scantily clad virgins
With Ray guns.

Whatever!

My wife had always been a fan and collector of comics. Super hero,  horror, romance, funny animal, independent you name it. She was in love with comics. While I had an understanding of them and I did like some of them I wasn't a die hard fan. I tried to follow In her passion by collecting a lot of Thor comics and paraphernalia but I wasn't truly smitten. I decided one fine day that I did prefer the magazine comics format like judge dread, heavy metal etc. I collected heavy metal magazine for quite a while during an especially good run of stories both weird and wonderful.

After sacrificing himself so that Peri could live in the last story, the Caves of Androzani.. the Doctor has regenerated into his sixth form "and not a moment too soon".  The Dr finds his regeneration unstable, there are problems with control. After all a time lord who is hundreds of  years old must have some pent up hostility, I know I do and I'm only 50! He finds himself some garish clothing to suit his frenetic personality then tries to kill his companion by strangling her before catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror and coming to his senses.

My inner Tardis is a place inside me that is bigger on the inside than I am on the outside. It conceals all of my hidden thoughts, most of which are hidden from even myself. As I walk the corridors of this vast and mostly made up space I find myself rummaging through old moldy cardboard boxes mostly filled with broken toys and comic books. Here for instance is a red robot made of plastic and metal, his gears all spilling out. I got him for Christmas one year when I was around 10 I think. One of my older brothers wanted to see how it worked so he took it apart.