Angels Take Manhattan-Removing Rory’s Gravestone

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I’m currently modifying “The Angels Take Manhattan” once again. I’ve tried two stabs at this and I think this may be the best yet. In the edit I’m going for Amy and Rory survive the attack by the Angel, so we have no need to see Rory Williams grave stone, here we cut away from it before it can be shown.

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Some Incredible Thoughts

Watching this really reminded me that I need to buy that animated Incredible Hulk collection, though I’ve heard the UK company that distributed the animated Marvel library went into administration a while back so it may be fetching collectors prices right now.

And I want to find a way to tackle the late 80s TV Bixby/Ferigno reunion movies, mainly because in light of what the modern Marvel Cinematic Universe has achieved. Perhaps I could repurpose “Trial of the Incredible Hulk” entirely so that we focus on Daredevil the entire time, only seeing Bixby and Ferigno when he does? Ditto for Thor too.

Thunderbirds Are Go!-To Chill A Mocking Bird

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

TO CHILL A MOCKING BIRD

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds Are Go! Is trademarked by ITV Studios


Scott Tracey had been off training Alan and Kayo for most of the day, but in the time away he had heard via the news feeds of the near disastrous toxic waste spillage in the ocean averted by two of his brothers. He came back as soon as the mission was completed.

He was about to enter the lounge area when he was met outside by Virgil, who escorted him towards where the pool, normally Thunderbird 1’s exit port, was situated.

“Care to explain what we’re doing out here? The wind picking up on here is cooler than what greets us when we dive into that concoction” Scott said, pointing to the crystal and clear chlorine in the pool.

“Our resident jokester is having a little talk with Lady Penelope” Virgil explained.

Scott folded his arms, “I sure hope it’s not a captive audience”

“It may be from his perspective. Penny’s furious at him” said Virgil in response.

“What did he do?” said Scott, suspecting Virgil knew.

“Hobnobbing. Oh the nerve of you” came a venomous yet simultaneously harmonious voice from the lounge. Virgil and Scott were taken aback. They peered through the windows to find Gordon still talking to the holographic image of Lady Penelope.

Gordon often fancied himself a man of mirth, but all too often no one saw the funny side.

He struggled to pinpoint what the exact problem was.

Was it his timing?

Or was it this foolhardy and carefree belief that he could say just about anything to Penelope and she’d let him off on it?

Whatever the problem is, the solution was clear to him.

He had to apologize.

That is, if he could get a word in.

Penelope placed both hands firmly on her hips and raised an eyebrow while her lip remained contorted.

“Well?” she said, “Has all that time spent underwater drowned out your manners?”

“That…wasn’t very funny” Gordon replied.

“My sense of humour isn’t what’s on trial here” said Penny in a huff

“No, no, I didn’t mean your sense of humour, I was talking about mine” said Gordon.

“He never admits his jokes are bad. At least to my face” Virgil whispered to Scott in shock.

Gordon noticed the pair of them peering outside the window. Annoyed, he got up and walked over to a console. One swift button push later, the blinders came down, isolating him and Penelope from prying eyes.

Gordon looked at the hologram of the angsty aristocrat. Breathed deeply, and shrugged his shoulders.

“Nice to show how much you care Mr. Tracey” snapped Penelope.

“Oh I care Lady P; care is what got us out of that predicament with the toxic spill, just as your care and attention to the smaller details is what allowed us to learn about The Hood’s plot. Without you being on top of things, we’d have been swept under a different sort of tide.”

“Complimenting me isn’t going to make you any more a gentleman” said Penelope, “We did our jobs. This is a personal matter”

“And I meant nothing personal by my joke Penny, sometimes I like to make light out of a situation before it gets too dark. I may not be perfect at it, but it’s easier to break the ice than let us turn cold by it”

Penelope gave a beady-eyed look to her right, staring into the distance, closing her eyes briefly, then opening them again and turned back to Gordon.

“Perhaps I was just a little too North then” she said.

“Hey, I’d love to warm you up with a nice meal sometime. Got any dinner plans?” said Gordon, “I was thinking pork and beans”

“I tend to dine with Kings and Queens” said Penelope, taking the opportunity to slip out of her shoes.

“Hey, did I tell you about how Kayo once called me a dead ringer for Aquaman?” replied Gordon.

Penelope chose to curl up comfortably close to where Gordon was standing, placing her hands on her legs and resting her chin on the back end of them. Her eyes as memorizing as that of a cat staring curiously into the reflection of a diamond

“Do tell” she said, “I’ve never heard of him”

“Really? Not a comics whiz then? Ok, Alan’s usually the best qualified for this, and he did tell me a few things, so I should warn you, the story of the King of the Seven Seas might not necessarily take seven minutes”

“It’s a different sort of tide, I’m content to crash through as many waves as it can muster” Penelope replied.

Outside, Virgil and Scott pressed their ears close to the blinded window, and came away with a perplexed look on each of their faces.

“From bad comics to…bad comics. Weird how that works” Virgil uttered.

“Look on the bright side, it’ll be a while now before she chills this mocking bird” replied Scott.

Thunderbirds Are Go!-Elements of Astaire

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

ELEMENTS OF ASTAIRE”

Written by Zarius

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are Go! Is trademarked and owned by ITV studios


Kayo made sure to check the information within that day’s individual log entries before resuming with her own.

She had missed out on a frantic day. A day which had seen plenty of T-birds toppled.

A day which had been seized, and salvaged, by the timely interventions of John, EOS, and Thunderbird 5.

Each log entry contained on the computer bore out the same kind of attitude. There had been massive tension, leveled off by major relief at the end that John had not been seriously hurt. He had almost been rendered void of the air in his lungs in his bid to use Thunderbird 5 as an orbital skyhook to bring the ever elevating air-ship under control before it drifted too far off the planetary grid and out of International Rescue’s reach.

Thunderbird 2 was in the shop having its systems re-routed and primed for use again. Gordon had to abort the rescue mission to save it after an electricity-charged power outage nearly knocked it out of the sky.

Gordon would tell her later that day he figured it was karma for Virgil not finding his jokes from earlier funny.

To Kayo’s surprise, everyone had been involved in a brief yet tempered argument earlier as the mission was underway, the result of bruised machines and bruised egos. John was the peacemaker, but only in his voluntary bid to bring the mission to his door, which had raised even greater concerns.

But he pulled through.

And everyone joined in a hearty laugh.

And then they poured all of what they kept to themselves in that warm and assuring unison in the logs, logs which Kayo had to follow up on with her own story.

Alan waltzed into the lounge, nursing a hot cup of coco, he noticed Kayo at the processor, and he walked over to her.

“How’d your day go K? Didn’t get a chance to ask you” Alan spoke.

“There’s trying to dance, and there’s dancing” replied Kayo cryptically.

“Is this a lateral thinking question?” Alan asked, Kayo was silent.

“Pretty sure this is the part where someone says I have a hard time processing anything literal than lateral” said Alan, looking around to seeing if anyone else was there.

“Oh don’t mind me Alan, I’m just thinking out loud. This little waltz with The Hood has been the bane of my weekend” she said, sighing.

Alan put the mug down and eased Kayo’s shoulders with his hands. Kayo appreciated the gesture and began typing down her thoughts.

“I thought I could figure out his most recent movements more by indulging in the Matvoski method” she continued.

“You mean that technique perfected by Southampton Universities back in 2015?” Alan replied.

“From what I gathered, they had found people’s gait, their specific walking patterns, are so unique to the single individual they could be used to identify them in places like Airports and other places with a lively hub of activity from people, over twenty-five subjects were placed in one multi-biometric tunnel using twelve synchronized cameras, twenty-five specific gaits were used to build 3-D images which were routinely measured”

“So did your lead pan out with this method?” Alan asked.

“It would have, if it weren’t for something Matvoski himself was cautioned against back in the day, and something The Hood has perfected” said Kayo, taking the time to drink out of Alan’s mug. He didn’t mind, he was far too engaged in her unspoken permission to continue his massages.

“Researchers found that ‘extreme changes in clothing affect recognition levels” she said, “And the Hood has always been a master of disguise. So many others have tried to be as similar, but he’s been doing this dance for so long now it’d be hard to match his fever”

“Wow, talk about a fashion statement” Alan joked.

“Now that? That was funny” Kayo said.

“You always found me a hoot” said Alan.

“Hey, you soar across star fields, you’ve always been quite the night owl” Kayo replied.

Alan beamed.

“Just the right sort of thing to say to lift my damp spirits” he said, “I felt like I was on top of things back there, then the next thing I know, I was adrift”

“Sometimes, I feel like I’m onto something clear cut, only something always cuts the cord, and I’m adrift” Kayo responded.

“Hey, what do you know? Synergy” said Alan

“Kind of magical” she said.

“You putting that in the log too?” asked Alan.

“Treat it like I would an over-romanticized diary? Leave that for little girls” Kayo said.

“Hey, never drift too far away from your youth big girl” advised Alan.

Kayo smiled, and leaned back in her chair, now completely overtaken by the sensations abundant in the massages.

“Alan? Forget the Matvoski method, this is a pattern I could get used to” she said, pure bliss overtaking her, “It goes back to what I said earlier…there’s trying to dance, and there’s dancing, The Hood may be good at what he does, but he still has to go over in his head ‘one two three, one two three’ to get into character, but you? You know who you are, you know who everyone is without having to hide behind any of us, with you, there are elements of Fred Astaire…and he’s just dancing

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11296173/1/Elements-of-Astaire

V.R Troopers Premiere Promos (GMTV)

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I’m presently searching for some of my old VHS tapes from the 90s, so far I’ve managed to find a couple of old wrestling PPVs, and an old recording from an Easter holiday weekend edition of British morning strand GMTV (1993-2010). What makes this interesting for us is that the following week saw the ITV debut of V.R Troopers (it was already airing on the SKY services, but this was it’s terrestrial tv premiere), so at the very end of this particular morning they ran a small clip from “The Battle Begins Part One” as a taster of what to expect.

Your host for this kids strand is Simon Parkins. Better ( or lesser) known now as a weatherman for ITV Meridian, but who was a fondly remembered face on CBBC television during the Broom Cupboard years.

I’ve uploaded the Troopers promo, as well as an ad for it from earlier in the strand.

Apologies for the slightly loose-in-synch audio

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