The Daemons

[diankra]

Seeing as it was April 30th heading into May 1st, just watched it. Professor Horner has a book out on May 1st, suggesting it might be a Thursday.

 

[Haggis and tatties]

This is the month you need to steer steer of May poles and men with hankies tucked into their shoes.

 

[jaime]

And potential TV personalities with a penchant for sticking their hands up bears and being sprayed.

 

[Chakoteya]

BRIGADIER: Jenkins!
JENKINS: Sir.
BRIGADIER: Chap with the wings there. Five rounds rapid.

An utter, utter classic, and the lovely white witch herself, Damaris Heyman as Olive Hawthorne.

HAWTHORNE: Listen.
DOCTOR: To what?
JO: Yes, the birds are singing again.
HAWTHORNE: Oh, and smell the flowers.
DOCTOR: Yes, well, it makes a change from the smell of sulphur, doesn't it?
HAWTHORNE: The May day miracle has happened again. The Earth is born anew.
(The morris starts up again.)
BENTON: All under way, sir.
HAWTHORNE: Sergeant, we must do the fertility dance to celebrate.
BENTON: Oh, no, I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm still rather busy.
HAWTHORNE: Oh, nonsense, Sergeant. Come along.
JO: Come on, Doctor.
YATES: Fancy a dance, Brigadier?
BRIGADIER: It's kind of you, Captain Yates. I think I'd rather have a pint.
(The May pole is being wrapped in its ribbons once again.)
DOCTOR: (dancing) You're right, Jo, there is magic in the world after all.