I set the coordinates for Paris but went a bit off kilter in the Maelstrom, that mysterious region in which Space and Time are completely buggered up.
Upshot is, I ended up here.
It's some kind of space city in the middle of a jungle of flesh-eating flaming plants.
LATER: Have found the bar. Full of space delegates. Some kind of conference, I think. Secret summit, accord-ing to the funny-looking fellas I've been sitting with. One in a jumpsuit covered in chocolate chip cookies. Another looks like a malevolent Christmas tree, but at least he got a round in, which is more than I can say for the Prime Minister of the Solar System.
They reckon they're here for a clandestine rendezvous with evil alien robots from another galaxy. They're such a tease!
You watch yourself with that Frenchy lady!
As will be apparent, it's very much an insider's set of jokes, with classic and new Who stories being infiltrated Zelig-like by Iris and Panda. Slight stuff, but it gave me a couple of good laughs. The offical cover price is a bit steep - I paid rather less!
