Directing traffic

We are a sturdy and stalwart self-reliant crowd in New Zealand. At the Old Entomologist we are accustomed to making our own entertainment during the long dreary nights between one season of Doctor Who and the next.

For this week's meeting of the Direct Like Ed Woods Society, Another Kiwi has put together a very serviceable Tardis from bits-and-pieces he found in the Props Room and Public-Key Registry. I am not besotted with the rusticated style but AK assures us that this will be a re-imagined Renaissance version of Dr Who and as long as everyone wears their doublet and hose then all will be well. "You can even use the garden sprinkler for a codpiece," says tigris whom I suspect is not taking the costume issue entirely seriously.

Here is the Doctor's robot pet. No, it is not one of the peacocks from the Riddled gardens pignorated with a cardboard mask; appearances can be deceiving.

It was somehow decided while I was out of the room that I will be get to wear the Scary Cyberman costume thoughtfully provided by the City Council Parking Enforcement division. Still, this will be an asset if Evangeline van Holsterin's gran is in the audience as she is known to throw beer-jugs when the action moves too slowly for her tastes.

Now the pigs are having a ride on a rollercoaster to celebrate their rescue from alien servitude.