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 B7 Advent Calendar 2024
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 30-11-2024 22:39
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This is the thread for Advent Calendar entries. If you would like to participate, please sign up here: Sign up thread Please post any comments here: Comments thread And remember, no peeking behind any of the doors until it's the right day in your part of the world! |
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 30-11-2024 22:40
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Well, since it's already 1st December out here in the colonies, let's see what's behind the first door... |
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 30-11-2024 23:03
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 2.0 The Box of Lights It's buttered Ogs all round as we revisit this festive classic. An eccentric old man gives our hero a mysterious box that can go small or go supercilious. 2.30 Fedmas Day Mass 3.15 Terrynation Street Down at the Raiker's Return, the uneasy truce between Blake and the Daleks is threatened by revelations that Abby Grant is Del Grant's other sister. 3.50 I'm a B-Grade Celebrity, Get Me on Television (Rpt) All the usual has-beens hoping that their combined appearance may add up to something approximating viewer appeal. Starring that guy that sometimes plays the vicar in Eastsectorers, and wossername off Corrie. 4.50 Great Federation Blake Off Twelve bounty hunters compete to see who can make the best President sponge, thereby winning the assignment to hunt the galaxy's most evil man, Roj Blake. 5.50 Evening News Everything is good everywhere in the Federation yet again for the 109,452nd day in a row. 6.0 The President's Fedmas Broadcast The President explains why anyone tuning into such broadcasts will be hunted down and interviewed with electric cattle prods. 6.10 Dancing with the Masked X-stars in Search of Talent See thousands explode with excitement when a contestant who can sing turns up. On the plus side, we don't have to pay for a script. 7.25 Film: Willy Wonty & the Decimaloopahs (Rpt) Willy Wonty enslaves a population of strange, half-dwarf, half-coleslaw creatures, forcing them to work for him, in line with well-established Federation principles as demonstrated on Horizon and Ursa Prime. 9.5 Cunk on Submutonic Overlap Shift More hilarious insights into everyone's favourite form of advanced molecular alchemy. 9.45 Call the Section Leader Fedmas Special Chummy is selected for mutoid conversion surgery. Section Leader Noakes is given a new v911 para-handgun. 10.30 Mangan Stew (Rpt) Join Godber and Fletch once again on the Civil Administration Ship Slade, as they try to wind up Subcommander Mackay on their eight-month journey to the Federation's most relaxed re-education colony, Cygnus Alpha. 11.00 Morecambe & Warg (Rpt) It just wouldn't be Fedmas without Eric placing all the right warg-strangler traps, but not necessarily in the right order. "Those pursuit ships won't sell many ice creams going at that speed!" Includes a song and dance number in which short fat hairy legs meet up with tall horned hairy Og. Stop Press: Due to a typographical error, "Fedmas Day Mass" should read "Fedmas Day Mass Execution of Traitors to the Federation". The administrator responsible for this heinous omission has been sent for re-education. Further corrections regarding "Boxing Day Celebrations" are pending, as soon as the position of administrator can be filled.  |
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 02-12-2024 09:02
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The Twelve WORDs of Christmas 2024 EXTRAVAGANZA! (AKA Security’s plan to distract the rebels) This is your chance to beat the Federation at its own game! For how to play, the rules are here: https://www.blakes7online.com/forum/v...ead_id=161 If you need clues, PM your guesses to me and I’ll let you know if you’re getting warm No answers until the 24th. 1st  ___ ___ ___ 2nd ___ ___ ___ ___ 3rd ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 4th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 5th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 6th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 7th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 8th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 9th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 10th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 11th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 12th ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___
Edited by M1795537OCVirn on 02-12-2024 15:51 "You're not sulking, I hope?"
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| Tyce |
Posted on 02-12-2024 22:28
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It's 3 December in Australia. :-) Merry Christmas to you all. :-)    |
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| Cygnus Bazza |
Posted on 04-12-2024 09:19
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IT’S…COSMIC KARAOKE – THE BLAKE’S 7 EDITION!!! #1: QUEEN As you probably know, many rock icons were massive B7 fans. Several of them reworked classic tracks to express their love for the show. The Rolling Stones gave us ‘Paint It, Blake’, Pink Floyd weighed in with ‘Wish You Were Sleer’ and Led Zep delivered the iconic ‘Stairway to Seven’. But what of the mighty Queen, I hear you ask? Well, left distraught by the broadcast of ‘Blake’ on 21st December 1981, Freddie completely overhauled ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ – only to see Brian, Roger and John blackball the updated version. Thanks to the dark web, however, the lyrics are finally in the public domain! SO…HOW DOES THIS WORK? ‘Basic’ option: Run the original song on Spotify, YouTube or whatever in the background while you read (or preferably sing!) the revised lyrics… ‘Maximum Power’ option: Keep this window open. Reduce it so it covers one side of your screen. Open a new window (using Control and N), reduce it and drag it to the other side of the screen; then copy this link into the address bar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJ9rU...J9rUzIMcZQ – or search YouTube for ‘Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video Remastered)’. Run the video! You’re good to go! Perform along with Freddie and the boys using the new words! BOHEMIAVON RHAPSODY Is this the real life? Or sci-fi fantasy? Caught by the bad side, no escape from the Feds for me Open your eyes – it’s all televised, you’ll see I'm just a bad boy – never ‘did’ empathy But no, don’t call him ‘Kerr’ – call him ‘sir’ Venal, vain voyager Time to let this show go Doesn't really matter to me, to me Anna, just killed a man Got him down to bite the dirt, shot him right through his white shirt Anna, now my race is run Yes, now I've gone and blown old Roj away Anna, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, didn't mean to make Blake die Can Chris B dig me out of this great big hole? It's my role, on the whole – pretend nothing really matters It's ‘Blake’ – Yuletide has come Now we've got to go away, just to spoil your holiday Goodbye, everybody, show’s got to go Gotta leave you all behind to face this truth Anna, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (time to let this show go) I’m not scared to die But how I wish I'd never met Blake at all! I see a little Rigoletto of a man Vila R, Vila R, you’re too dead to aid Avon Leather trousers tight’ning, very, very fright’ning me (Oh Paul Darrow), oh Paul Darrow, (oh Paul Darrow), oh Paul Darrow, (oh Paul Darrow) Oh, no, no! Magnifico-o-o-o-o-o! I'm just a bad boy, did Cally love me? He's just a strange boy from a strange family Spare him his life and Blake’s pomposity! Come on, Feds – dunderheads – will you let me go? Blake-killer! No, we will not let you go (let him go!) Blake-killer! We will not let you go (let him go!) Blake-killer! We will not let you go (let me go!) Will not let you go (let me go!) Will not let you go (never, never, never let me go – oh, oh, oh) No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, Anna mia, Anna mia Anna mia, time to go See, Servie could have a devil put aside for me, for me, for me! So they think they’ll surround me and stare in my eye So they think that they’ll down me and leave me to die Oh, Servie…who’d do this to me, Servie? Not gonna get out, not gonna get right outta here… Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah Nothing really matters On the BBC Nothing really matters Only Dr Who and, yes, me… Time to let this show go… Yet to come… #2: Billy Joel’s ‘Blake Wants to Start a Fire’ #3: David Bowie’s ‘Life on Virn?’ #4: Bob Dylan’s ‘Subterranean Homesick Blake’ |
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| Tyce |
Posted on 04-12-2024 21:40
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Here's a little Fill-In Puzzle for you. Happy 4th Day of Advent. :-)  |
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| Paula |
Posted on 06-12-2024 02:10
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Vila's Christmas Cracker Jokes 2024 “Orac, just open a channel on all frequencies and let her rip!” Orac did not understand that colloquialism, but knowing the thief's penchant for bad jokes, just went along with it as the sooner it did that, the sooner Vila would lose interest and leave the computer alone. //Very well, an all frequencies channel is now open// Vila cleared his throat. “Hello one and all, here's your old Uncle Vila again to delight you and amaze you with a couple of Fedmas jokes and jolly japes. And don't you sneaky Federation types think you can trace this signal. My, er, friend made it so you cannot, so don't even try. Just sit back and listen to these little gems, if I may be so bold. Only the best for my fellow Federation citizens. Pour a nice glass of Adrenalin and Soma and relax! Does wonders for a person you know.... And the first cracker this Fedmas season is- What do you call a bear with no teeth? - A gummy bear! OK, bit of a groaner but we have to start someplace. This one's better. How did the torch feel when its batteries ran out? Don't know? -It was de-lighted. What do you call a Vicar on a moped? -Rev! Now that's a good one! What do you do if you are scared of lifts? -Take steps to avoid them. I think I need a drum beat for that one. Here's a poser, What do you get when you cross an elephant with a computer? - Lots of memory. Get it?? Here's one for you sport fans. What is a goalkeeper's favorite snack? -Beans on post. What do cats call an aquarium? -A sushi bar. Cats- fish- get it? Hilarious! Now my friend Chevron will like this one. He has a very special interest in the punch line. Where do penguins keep their savings? -In a snow bank. Ha ha ha- bank- get it? What do you call it when a family passes down a turkey recipe? - Copy and baste. I hope that wasn't a groan I heard! Here's a favorite of mine. What did the turkey say to the hunter on Fedmas eve? -Quack Quack! Trying to fake being a duck- hilarious! And while we're on an animal theme, how do sheep greet each other at Fedmas? -They say Merry Fedmas to ewe. Ewe- you- now that's funny stuff. And we cannot forget penguins at this time of year. How did the penguin build a LEGO house? -Iglooed it together. Oh, that one tickled my funny bone alright. Hey, why did no one bid on Donner and Blitzen on SpaceEbay? -They were too deer. I'll admit it- that even made me groan a bit. And continuing with reindeer, what reindeer has the worst manners? - Rude-olph! And on to the next one. Who says 'oh, oh, oh?' -It's FedSanta walking backwards. Every one is a gem, folks. Oh, darn, my little friend tells me that if I don't stop broadcasting very soon the Federation actually could find me, so I'll end quickly with this one. Why does FedSanta go down the chimney on Fedmas Eve? Because it soots him. Soots him- isn't that funny? Well, folks, if you have been very good citizens of the Federation perhaps FedSanta will visit you and bring you all sorts of fun and exciting gifts of the season. If not, sorry- can't help you there. But before I go I just wanted to say, a very Happy Fedmas to all and to all a good night! This is your old Uncle Vila signing off until next year. OK, er, friend, shut down Federation-wide communications. I'm done. Now where did I hide that bottle of Soma?” Resist the Host
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| Tyce |
Posted on 07-12-2024 05:00
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I asked a friend of mine what else I could do for the B7 Advent calendar. He said “a drawing”. I cracked up laughing, even if I was to draw stick figures the stick figures wouldn’t be straight. LOL. I asked him if he had any other suggestions, he thought for a minute and then said get AI to write a fan-fic. I cracked up laughing again. I said “That’s cheating”. My friend said “… and the problem is?” LOL Anyway, just for entertainment value I thought I’d see what AI could come up with. When I did this, I had no intention of posting it. But the second paragraph left me in hysterics - and it does have a sense of urgency. So I thought I’d share. So here is probably AI‘s first Blake’s 7 fan-fic. THE PRICE OF FREEDOM The Liberator hurtled through the void, a lone beacon of hope in a galaxy dominated by the oppressive Federation. Inside, the ragtag crew of rebels, led by the charismatic and enigmatic leader, Blake, moved with a sense of urgency. They were on the run, their latest mission a daring raid on a Federation stronghold, a desperate attempt to cripple their enemy's war machine. Jenna, the ship's brilliant but troubled computer expert, was hunched over her console, her fingers flying across the keys. "We're being tracked, sir," she reported, her voice laced with worry. "A Federation cruiser is closing in fast." "How long until they intercept us?" Blake asked, his eyes scanning the star chart. "A few hours, at most," Jenna replied. "We need to lose them," Vila, the ship's cynical but resourceful con man, interjected. "A good old-fashioned trick might do the trick." "What do you have in mind, Vila?" Blake asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "A little deception, a bit of misdirection," Vila grinned. "We'll send a false distress signal, lure them off course, and then make a daring escape." The plan was executed with precision. A false distress signal was broadcast, and the Federation cruiser, eager to claim a victory, veered off course, chasing a phantom threat. The Liberator, meanwhile, slipped away into the shadows of a nearby nebula. "We've lost them," Jenna announced, relief evident in her voice. "For now," Blake cautioned. "The Federation won't give up easily. They'll be searching for us, every corner of the galaxy." "We'll find a way," Avon, the cold and calculating strategist, assured him. "We always do." As the Liberator emerged from the nebula, a new threat materialized. A mysterious alien vessel, cloaked in darkness, intercepted their path. The alien captain, a creature of pure energy, demanded that Blake surrender his ship and crew. "Or what?" Blake challenged, his voice unwavering. The alien captain responded with a chilling display of power, unleashing a wave of energy that nearly overwhelmed the Liberator. "We can't fight them," Jenna warned. "They're too powerful." "We have to try," Blake insisted. "Freedom isn't free. It comes at a price." With a heavy heart, Blake made the decision to sacrifice the Liberator. He ordered the crew to evacuate, and as the alien vessel closed in, he detonated the ship's self-destruct sequence. The Liberator exploded in a brilliant flash of light, taking the alien ship with it. The crew, scattered across the cosmos, vowed to reunite and continue the fight for freedom. As they drifted through the void, they knew that the price of liberty was high, but it was a price they were willing to pay. Edited by Tyce on 07-12-2024 05:48 |
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| Cygnus Bazza |
Posted on 08-12-2024 09:03
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Let’s crank it up a bit… (Good luck with this one, M1!) IT’S…COSMIC KARAOKE – THE BLAKE’S 7 EDITION!!! #2: BILLY JOEL Unbelievable! Turns out that master US songsmith Billy Joel – a frequent ‘lurker’ on the Horizon forum, I believe – is on the brink of expressing his love for B7 by releasing a new version of his 1989 megahit ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’. I’ve managed to get hold of the lyrics on the dark web and include them below for your infotainment… You’ll find the original video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFTLK...FTLKWw542g Just run it in the background (or use Spotify etc) as you follow the words. Or sing along, if there’s no-one else in the house. (If there IS someone else in the house, I’ll bet there soon won’t be, once you start singing.) Better still, open a new window on your computer so you can watch the video while you ‘sing’… BLAKE WANTS TO START A FIRE Terry Nation, BBC, new drama, Gareth T Michael Briant, it’s compliant, think we’re good to go Big ambitions, new commission, Monday evening television Dirty Dozen’s cosmic cousin – thirteen episodes City dome, Roj Blake (proper one, not a fake) Betrayed, brainwashed, trumped-up charges (total tosh) Dissidents cut down, insurrection shut down Sham trial – Fed-style – heading into exile Blake wants to start a fire Fight the Federation till its liquidation Blake wants to start a fire Fan a conflagration of annihilation Cygnus Alpha – take a trip on a dodgy prison ship (Hardly stellar), funny feller – first name’s ‘Kerr’ (Strange man), here’s the gang, Jenna Stannis, big Gan Vil-a Res-tal – 70s coiffeur Cal-ly’s on the scene, has Blake got a winning team? Who can stop them? Who’s your man? Travis Mark I? Servalan? Sarkoff going back, Liberator hijack Jenna’s nabbed – Ensor’s dad – trouble over Orac Blake wants to start a fire Yes, to spread sedition is his only mission Blake wants to start a fire In his tiny bubble, making tons of trouble Famous names we all know, popping up here as we go Gaunt, Gough, Baker, Haig – Paul Daneman gets the plague Bellingham, Johns, Kinnear – T.P. McKenna’s here Barbara Shelley, Brian B. shouting VERY LOUD AT ME! Oh-o-oh… Season Two, Lorrimer, Space City, mafia Sha-dow, Lar-go, IMIPAK’s an ‘oh-no!’ Pressure Point, goodbye Gan, thanks to Roj’s masterplan Travis Mark II…PSYCHO! (CLEARLY GOING TONTO…) Blake wants to start a fire To defeat oppression is his sole obsession Blake wants to start a fire And he’s still revolting though the horse is bolting Season Three, Mellanby, it’s Barbarian-on-Sea Servie wants guns – nothing big and just one Here’s the ‘new girl’ Day-na, Tarrant’s egomania Vil-a’s humour, death’s only a rumour Not for poor Deeta T (Vinni’s his defeater, see) Libby, hey! Blown away! What else do I have to say? Blake wants to start a fire Fight the Federation till its termination Blake wants to start a fire So who’ll put the hex on his messiah complex? Time to bring Soolin in, gunslinging, duelling Space rats (bit cr*p), Justin needs a BIG slap Breaking free from gravity (Vila’s the right weight, you see) Tarrant/Servie, what a pair! – someone’s half-inched Toyah’s hair… Final lines – yes, it’s time – series stops on Gauda Prime! Take the bait – shocking fate – Avon tops his former mate! Blood and gore! Here comes ‘the law’! Heroes dying on the floor! Epic end to Season Four! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! Now Blake can’t start a fire He can’t keep it burning though the world’s still turning Now Blake can’t start a fire But with Roj all gone Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on? Blake wants to start a fire… Next time: “It’s an oddly oddball affair To the guy with the curly hair…” David Bowie’s ‘Life on Virn?’... |
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| Tyce |
Posted on 09-12-2024 05:03
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A very talented friend of mine kindly created this comic strip for us and our Advent Calander. I hope you like it. :-) BLAKE'S 7: THE SEARCH FOR TRUTH Join Avon (and the reluctant Villa) as they sneak off behind the crew's backs to undertake a top secret mission. All to satisfy Avon's desperate need to discover the truth!   |
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| Brad |
Posted on 10-12-2024 00:14
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Yes, We'll Have A Blue Fedmas Without You. (Link below the picture)  https://youtu.be/qsalS5rgFYE . . . .  Cockatoo? What Cockatoo? I don't see a Cockatoo! |
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 11-12-2024 09:00
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Travisina sends seasonal greetings to all. She was in a haiku frame of mind...and offers you her Blaikus The Way Back: Blake's falsely accused Sentenced to Cygnus Alpha With smuggler and thief Here you go - three for Space Fall [b]Space Fall[b] Crawling through the vents Nova just wanted to help But was foamed to death and/or: A great space battle And we get our first sight of The Liberator! and/or: Blake, Jenna, Avon Sent to board alien craft Raiker falls in space Why not have a go at a Blaiku yourself? "You're not sulking, I hope?"
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| Cygnus Bazza |
Posted on 12-12-2024 08:44
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Double dose today, as I’m away next week: IT’S…COSMIC KARAOKE – THE BLAKE’S 7 EDITION #3: DAVID BOWIE So what about the late, great Mr Bowie? After toying with the idea of bringing us ‘Rebels Rebels’ or ‘Blake Oddity’ – and a second possible hook-up with Bing Crosby for ‘In the Blake Midwinter’ – he elected to give ‘Life on Mars?’ a quick spruce-up and sandblast… And now, by the miracle of the dark web, those alternative lyrics have seen the light of day! You’ll find the original video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZKcl...ZKcl4-tcuo. Just run it in the background (or use Spotify etc) as you follow the words. Better still, open a new window on your computer so you can watch the video while you ‘sing’… LIFE ON VIRN? It's an oddly oddball affair To the guy with the curly hair But it’s funny how things can go When the baddie has stolen the show But his friends are nowhere to be seen And now even the sand is green No, there’s nothing else Del can do ’cos he's hooked to the queen of mean But the plot is no maddening bore No, she’s not quite the girl next door And she spits in the eyes of fools As they beg her for mercy, those Failures fighting for the long haul Poor Gan – sad how such brave men go Let those freaks feel the blows Would you look at the bad man Beating up that Kerr guy? Mad man! Who could never, ever know It was the best sci-fi show? Is there life on Virn? It's writ on randy Del’s tortured brow That Servie hoovered him up somehow Piri always was such a pain Is Avon for sale again? My advice is don’t make a fuss ’bout Assassin or Sarcopha-gus Hey, no storyline’s out of bounds For Del’s brother or Og, we’ve found So no plot is a maddening bore Let’s beg Terry and Chris for more May the show be a hit again And the fans can all focus on Failures fighting for the long haul Poor Gan – sad how such brave men go Let those freaks feel the blows Would you look at the bad man Beating up that Kerr guy? Mad man! Who could never, ever know It was the best sci-fi show? Is there life on Virn? |
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| Cygnus Bazza |
Posted on 12-12-2024 09:11
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Brace yourselves… IT’S…COSMIC KARAOKE – THE BLAKE’S 7 EDITION!!! #4: BOB DYLAN Would you Adam & Eve it? Turns out Bob Dylan’s a massive B7 fan as well! He’s about to release a reworked version of his 1965 giga-classic ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’, with alternative lyrics. These have been leaked via the dark web. And here they are! There’ll also be a new version of the legendary video – so I’ve capitalised the words that’ll appear on Bob’s new flashcards. (He’ll be able to reuse a few of the old ones.) You’ll find the original video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGxjI...GxjIBEZvx0. You could just run it in the background (or use Spotify etc) as you follow the words. On this occasion, though, you’d be missing out bigtime if you didn’t keep one eye on the video, so why not open a new window on your computer and run it there? SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLAKE Vila’s in a COMA Mixing up the SOMA All Blake’s TIME SPENT Fighting with the GOVERNMENT A man in an EYE-PATCH Thinking “RE-MATCH!” He’s angry and mad (NATCH) Hopes to make his BIG CATCH Look out, GAN It won’t go to PLAN God knows WHY But it’s kinda DO OR DIE You better duck down that CORRIDOR If you wanna SURVIVE The ceiling of doom went CRACK That’s a CRASH-DIVE Want another THIRTEEN SHOWS? You only got FIVE Cally comes HOTFOOT With telepathic INPUT Yeah, she got the RIGHT LOOK In ‘rave on’ AVON’s book Liberator’s UNDER SAIL With one too many ALPHA MALES Sendin’ things right OFF THE RAILS Patronise the FEMALES LOOK OUT, Jen There’s just TOO MANY men! Your heart’s so BROKEN Your role’s TOKEN Leavin’ it UNSPOKEN Yeah I’m bein’ über-WOKE ’n’ Doubt you're real MIFFED You missed God’s GIFT (Del) in Seasons THREE AND FOUR And no – there won’t be A FIFTH Aw, let’s GET DOWN SAFE! Leather trousers (OUCH!) CHAFE Fed guards fight HARD Lucky they don’t SHOOT STRAIGHT Rebs killed, rebs TRICKED Blood spilled, rebs NICKED Rebs jailed, no BAIL Why are good guys doomed to FAIL? Look out, TRAV You need a SAT-NAV You’re cruisin’ to STAR ONE With ev’ryone (BAR ONE – The leader and MAN-EATER) Buildin’ up your BIG ROLE Standin’ by a BIG HOLE On the brink he TEETERS And then falls MANY METRES Ah, black gold, GROW OLD Dorian, EGRORIAN Don’t trust in JUSTIN Bust him – for weird pervy LUSTIN’ Strange land, green SAND Quick fling, ring-a-ding, TANITH Thirteen hours of SOOLIN But they keep her on the DAY SHIFT Look out, BLAKE A big risk to TAKE Your clever-clever SCHEMING Will sever all your DREAMING Plan’s in the LONG GRASS Turns to a BIG FARCE You hit a real DEAD END You better find FRIENDS Your PLAN WON’T WORK ’cos YOU TOP THE CLASS IN ‘SMARTARSE’… If you’ve read these pieces, I hope you got some fun out of them – and enjoyed the haven of a few classic songs that DON’T mention Christmas. If you didn’t read them or get much from them, have a great Christmas anyway! I wish each and every Horizon member a peaceful, productive, enriching, enlightening, happy, healthy, fabulously fulfilling New Year. |
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| Paula |
Posted on 12-12-2024 22:46
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 A very Happy Holiday season to everyone at Horizon from Jan Chappell, Brad, Brian Croucher and Paula recently taken at ChicagoTARDIS convention. Resist the Host
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| Hugbot |
Posted on 14-12-2024 06:25
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We Seven Kings “I knew it! They came again last night!” Vila’s smile became broader and broader, the corners of his mouth creeping towards his ears, as he looked at the heap of beautifully wrapped parcels neatly arranged under the maidenhair ferns on Xenon base. “I still don’t understand what’s happening,” Soolin wondered. “You said this has been going on for the past three years?” “Yes. Every year on 25th December, there were colourful parcels full of presents for us. You know, according to that old first calendar Earth custom of Christmas, before the Federation perverted it to Fedmas. We still don’t know who brings the presents, but whoever they are, they seem to be benevolent.” “I couldn’t believe it at first when they told me about it,” Dayna said to Soolin. “But they were right. Last year, I saw it with my own eyes: lots of presents for us. And what kind of presents! Whoever was responsible for mine must be quite enamoured of me!” She winked at her new shipmate and smiled at the memory of those delicate things. “You should have seen the stuff our unknown benefactors gave to Jenna,” smiled Vila. “It’s not easy to make her blush, but those presents did.” He turned around to Avon. “Or the rather risqué presents for our computer expert, three years in a row.” “Well now, from what I’ve heard on the grapevine, Del Grant also gets these regular mystery visits with presents that are quite... personal”, Avon said. Then he suddenly turned towards the drinks cabinet and opened one of the doors. The others looked in amazement. It was not Avon’s habit to have a drink early in the morning. However, crammed behind the door were no bottles or glasses but a mess of technical equipment. “This year, we’ll finally get to know the people who visit us every December,” Avon explained. “I’ve rigged a surveillance camera.” Vila shot him a sceptical glance. “Do you think that is a good idea?” he doubted. “I mean, we might drive them away with our curiosity. Who knows if they’ll come back next year if we try to unveil their identity.” Avon did not even bother to answer. Instead, he let his fingers play over the switches on his makeshift surveillance device. Suddenly, a holo projection appeared in the middle of the room, showing what the camera had seen during the night. It was a bit confusing at first to see the same room at a smaller scale in the picture. Fortunately, the projector didn’t show the whole boring ten hours of footage. Avon had set the device so that it only replayed the bits where the picture changed. Hence the projection only showed the empty room for a split second. Then, as if materialising out of thin air, seven people suddenly appeared. “Who is that?” exclaimed Dayna. “I haven’t got the faintest idea”, Avon admitted. They all stared at the projection where the seven unknown people went to the maidenhair ferns and put the parcels down. Three of them were men: one wore a strange headdress with horns; the second one was bearded and wore a black flat cap; and the third guy also sported a greying beard that at some point must have been red. Of the four women, one carried a Welsh street sign; the second one was munching from a pink cardboard tube; the third one sported the head dress of a Javanese court dance costume; and the fourth was clad in a lab coat and wore safety goggles. They didn’t take long to arrange the parcels under the fern pots. Then they gathered together, and the formerly red bearded guy took a strange device from his pocket, touched a button – and they were gone. “Well, that was enlightening,” Vila snorted. “Has anyone of you ever seen these guys before?” Tarrant asked. “Never”, Avon said. Then he pointed to the parcels. “Well, whoever they are, they left us a few Christmas presents”, he sighed. “Let’s make the best of it.” Dayna turned to Soolin and gave her a broad smile. “Going by my experience, you will be in for a treat!” she prophesied.  Somewhere far away, separated from Xenon base not only by centuries and hundreds of lightyears but also by enormous levels of probability, seven people sat together in a pub. It was a winter evening, and a fire was burning happily away. The large beam above the fireplace bore the strange inscription, “Wi llyab uy mead rin kifi te llya!” The seven – as you may have already guessed – looked suspiciously like the mysterious guests on Xenon base. “That was fun,” said the lady with the Welsh street sign. “I still can’t believe that we really did it. Venturing into the Blake’s 7 universe, hopping from one Christmas to another and leaving pressies on the Liberator and on Xenon.” “And on Del Grant’s base,” the man with the flat cap added. They turned to the formerly red bearded guy who was nursing a pint of Guinness. The strange device was lying on the table in front of him. “How exactly did you find this device?” the man with the Og headgear asked while he poured ketchup on his pizza. “I didn’t”, Mr No-longer-red-bearded responded. “It was invented by an alternative version of me from a parallel universe. In that world, I didn’t end up as a technical translator but became a physicist as originally planned. He tried out his device and went universe-hopping, and when we met, I persuaded him to lend me the device for a little outing into our favourite improbable universe.” The lady with the pink cardboard tube now turned to the ogified man. “I guess our last visit was the most important one for you,” she teased him. “What did you give Soolin as a present?” “We-e-e-e-ll,” he began... “A bar of soap and a cigarillo case?” Soolin looked puzzled when she unwrapped her present. That didn’t sound like the stuff that the others had got from their mysterious admirers. “That is strange!” Dayna exclaimed while she tried to hide the skimpy nightdress in her parcel from the eyes of the others. She was as puzzled as her shipmate. Why would anyone give a present like this to Soolin? A bikini would have been more apt. “Wasn’t there a note of some kind?” Vila asked. Had he seen the letter that had accompanied Dayna’s present? It was a rather cryptic message, telling her not to forget to bring her nightclothes when she visited Helotrix. “Yes, here is a piece of paper,” Soolin said. Her eyes flitted along the few lines of writing. When she looked up again, the others could see that she still couldn’t make head nor tail of her presents. “It says the soap is for hot and steamy shower scenes”, she reported, “and that I should wear the cigarillo case on my body when I go to Gauda Prime.” “What are we supposed to do with these?” the lady with the Javanese headdress asked, pulling a cup from a plastic bag. As if it had been a signal, the others also put mugs and glasses on the table. “Better give them to me before they get contaminated,” the lady in the lab coat said. “You took cups and glasses freshly used by Jenna, Del Grant, Dayna, Soolin and Avon, as I told you?” The others nodded. “What do you want with them?” asked the lady with the street sign. “Well, my alternative version from the universe were Huggy is a physicist has studied chemistry like me, but instead of analysing medical samples, she runs a cloning lab. I already talked to her and she has agreed to clone your favourites characters if you provide her with DNA samples.” Six pairs of eyes lit up. What a wonderful Christmas this was! |
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| AnneArthur |
Posted on 14-12-2024 23:27
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For December 15th. Every year I swear that I'm going to find time to write something new, and every year I find that I am far too busy. So this is something that I posted on a Livejournal (remember them?) group called B7 Friday a long time ago now. The prompt for the week was episode titles from a crime series called 'Public Eye'. This one is for the title 'Tell me about the Crab'. General Petkovic was a general of the old school. He could be brutal where necessary, but he liked a good clean fight, and he did not hold with pacification. Defeating your enemies by poisoning their atmosphere with drugs might prevent casualties, but it was bad for the troops' morale, and the enemy you defeated were useless for all practical purposes. Whereas in the old days you subdued a planet properly, honestly, you showed its people the benefits of Federation rule, and in a few years you could start putting the young people through Space Academy, bringing them into the system, now all you had was a slave population, which would always be a slave population. He didn't like Commissioner Sleer either, although he had never met her. Letting Security run Space Command! Well, that was what got you policies like pacification. In the old days, before the Andromedan War, Security had known their place. Still, it was nice of her to have arranged the entertainment for his birthday party. The dancers had been especially good, and he had invited one of them, Mirlitta, to join him for a drink afterwards. She was a sweet girl, charming, soldiering bravely on in her profession despite having lost her entire family when the Andromedans attacked Adlon IV. Salt of the earth, the sort of person the Federation existed to protect. 'So, my dear,' he said, reaching forward to touch the pretty brooch that she wore, 'tell me about the crab.' |
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| Lurena |
Posted on 16-12-2024 10:07
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I popped in for just a moment as I have very busy times. I have two presents for you: 1. What do people do these days? And do our fictional friends join in? Chestnuts roasting on a open fire… Click on the image and it will take you to a jigsaw puzzle!  2. As this is the 16th door, I invite you to come in. Click on the image and it will take you to a match-your-memory game about doors: Do you know which door was seen in which episode?  Enjoy! |
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| Tyce |
Posted on 17-12-2024 01:31
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Happy 17th day of our B7 Advent Calendar. Today I have for you 2 incredibly lovely ladies and one insanely lucky Blake’s 7 fan. :-) |
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 18-12-2024 09:30
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   Season’s Greetings from the Federation! The previous website included something called a Federation Interrogation, which I always thought lacked a certain...bite. I have decided to update it. Your suggestions as to what might be necessary are welcome. Meanwhile, this survey is a preliminary measure designed to identify the innocent. Now with simplified responses: only yes or no answers required. Confidentiality guaranteed* 1. Are you, or have you ever been, a member of the Rebel Alliance? Yes: dates from....... to......... Location.....................Unit Commander...................... No: your Federation ID............................... occupation............................... 2. Do you know where Blake is? Yes: give details................................................................................................... No: where did you last see him?.............................................................................. 3. Do you know the location of your nearest rebel base? Yes: (grid reference)........................................ No: (your grid reference) ................................................. 4. Can you name the President? (be careful) Yes:.............................................. No: ................................................... 5. Are you addicted to SHADOW? Yes: my supplier is...................................... No: I use .............................................. 6. Can you shoot straight? Yes: (proof required)............................................... No: (Your Trooper ID, with rank).......................................... 7. Have you completed this questionnaire? Yes:............................................ No:............................................. Return to: M1795537, Virn asap. *If judged innocent Play games with the Federation!   
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 19-12-2024 12:53
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| littlesue |
Posted on 20-12-2024 06:53
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This little tale is based upon a story my dear old Dad used to tell my Sister and I every Christmas Eve back in the day when we were very young and before we had a telly... Mission: Christmas “What was that?” Soolin asked. Vila shook his himself awake, “What was what?” “Didn’t you hear it? It sounded like something landing on the surface.” “How on Earth could you...?” “With Dorian, it paid to keep your ears and eyes open...all the time.” “Oh.” “Put the surface scanners on. Let’s see who our visitor is.” “You know, you could have been dreaming,” Vila said, yawning. “I hardly think that is a dream.” She pointed to the screen. “What is it?” Vila asked. “It’s some sort of ship...” ”...and it looks like there’s a body...” Vila’s voice trailed off. “I’ll get the others.” On Xenon’s surface, they all stood looking at the strange craft. “It would pay to be careful. We don’t know if it’s going to explode,” Avon pointed out. “I don’t think it will,” Soolin ventured, “but perhaps we should try and find the occupant.” They found the occupant. A man, dressed in red. At least Vila hoped it was just the colour of his clothes and not blood. Soolin smiled, “Why it’s Santa Claus. And he’s hurt.” In the sick bay, Santa Claus stared at them. “I’m so glad I found you. My computer has gone haywire and my reindeer need retuning. I have to be off soon, delivering to the children way out here, beyond the reach of the Federation, who still believe in me.” “Not with that leg you’re not,” Soolin insisted. “How did you know where to find us?” Avon asked. “Still suspicious Kerr? You haven’t changed at all.” “You know me?” “Well of course I do!” declared Santa, “As I know all of you.” Dayna bit her lip. “Did the Federation send you to find us?” “Of course not. I only found out because I asked Orac...and he obliged.” “Oh did he?” glared Avon. “Don’t mind him, Santa. What are you doing here anyway?” Soolin smiled. “As I said, my on board computer has malfunctioned and my engines need a tune up.” “Your engines? What those six rust heaps?” declared Tarrant. “They are reindeer, not rust heaps and I’ll thank you not to upset them. They get very touchy about that.” Avon took a deep breath, “So what do you want us to do, Santa?” “Take over, just this once, Deliver the gifts to all those children out there waiting for me.” “What’s in it for us?” Vila asked. “Good old Vila...very naughty, but always nice. Just the fact that you will make a lot of children happy this Christmas Eve.” Dayna’s eyes lit up, “Oh yes, I’m sure we can. Can’t we?” She and the others looked to Avon.” “All right. But how exactly do we go about this?” “Just reboot my onboard Computer and the sleigh will do everything for you.” “Sounds simple enough,” Tarrant said, “I’m sure its not a too difficult thing to fly.” Soolin smiled, “And Dayna and Vila can be Santa’s little helpers.” “And what about you?” Avon asked. “Me? I’ll stay here and make sure Santa’s leg gets better.” Santa was sitting up in bed, sipping his own brandy from his own hip flask. “It’s lucky you had that.” Soolin said. “It keeps the cold at bay.” “I’m sorry I couldn’t offer you anything else. I’m afraid Vila has near enough drunk all the supplies that Dorian had.” “Now there’s a chap. I’ve known him for a long time. Could never figure out how he managed those 200 years. How did you end up with him?” “It just happened. I was at a loose end...” “And this little lot? Let me guess...you were at a loose end.” “Something like that. They should be back soon. How’s the leg?” “A lot better, thank you. I knew if I could find all of you, you would help.” “Even Avon?” “He may appear cold to you, and so much has happened to him of late. I can’t say I blame him. But there has always been deep down, a little spark of good. It’s almost all gone now, what with one thing and another. You don’t seem scared of him.” “He knows my abilities. He also knows that if he crosses me...I’ll kill him.” “Yes, well. Let’s hope you never ever have to resort to that.” “Well Santa,” Avon began, “Your ‘sleigh’ is certainly full of surprises.” “I knew you’d like it.” “For something that shouldn’t even get off the ground, it flies like a dream,” Tarrant concluded. “It may be old, but it does the job,” Santa said, “Well, I really must get home.” “Home? Where’s that?” Vila asked. “You should know better than to ask, Vila. I wouldn’t want to tempt you...” “Tempt me? Oh.....” “How do we know you won’t be tempted to tell the Federation where we are?” Avon asked. “Still as untrusting as ever, eh Kerr?” “Santa wouldn’t do that? Would you Santa?” “No, Dayna, I wouldn’t.” Soolin smiled, “I only wish we had some Christmas cheer on Xenon, then we could ask you to stay, just for a while.” “No, I really must be going. Once again thank you for everything. And a merry Christmas to you all!” And Santa vanished... “Oh I wish he could have stayed a while, “Dayna said down heartedly, “It’s Christmas Day and...” “Hey!” It was Vila from the crew room, “Come and see!!!” The crew room was full of decorations hanging from the ceiling. In the corner stood a Christmas tree; its lights shining and under the tree was a pile of presents. “Can we open them now?” Vila cried, “We’ve got a few hours before dinner is ready.” “Dinner?” Tarrant said. “Yes, the whole works.” “Well now,” Avon began, “It seems Santa heeded your wish, Soolin. Perhaps you would like to hand out the presents.” She didn’t need to be asked twice. Dayna opened hers and found an extensive tool kit, “Just what I need for those new weapons I’m working on.” For Tarrant, there was a retro games console, “Now I can practice my flying skills...” For Avon...”A stud gun? Why would I need that?” “Because I told Santa you were always losing the studs off your clothes. Hope you don’t me telling him...” Soolin explained, sheepishly. Soolin quickly reached for her present before Avon could comment, and found an extensive selection of hair products with clips, ribbons and bows. And for Vila? “A wine making kit? How did he know? Well I can get started on that right now...” “Yes, Soolin, how did he know?”Avon asked. “Santa and I had a little chat while you were all traversing the Galaxy.” “I see...” “And I can see one more present under that tree, Soolin,” Vila pointed out, ” And it looks bottle shaped!” And indeed it was a bottle...of champagne. Vila got some glasses and filled each one. “Well, cheers everyone. And Merry Christmas!” They all raised their glasses. “Merry Christmas everyone.”  Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold! Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!! Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo |
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| trevor travis |
Posted on 21-12-2024 16:31
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TT and Og Productions Proudly Present: STAR ONE – AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING The atmosphere was intense on the Liberator Flight Deck. “In tents?”, questioned Gola, “in the tents of Goth?” Hold on, Gola, you’re not in this story. Maybe I’ll do an alternative ending to The Keeper next year. “That’s a shame. I wanted Jenna to touch a Charl’s person again.” Sorry, Gola, this is a PG13-site. Now where was I… ah yes…. The atmosphere was intense on the Liberator Flight Deck. Cally looked at her monitor. “One minute to strike range”, she advised. Vila was worried. He was always worried. “We can't hold all of them.” Jenna was less worried. “They can't all come through that gap at once.” **** “Hold on”, queried Brad while re-watching the episode as part of the scheduled re-watch on the Horizon website. “How is the anti-matter minefield supposed to work? Why don’t the alien fleet just go around it?” I’ll explain later, Brad. **** With Blake injured, Avon had been left in charge. Avon enjoyed the feeling. He hadn’t felt like this since he was appointed chief milk monitor. “Stand by to fire”, he ordered. Vila was still worried. “Avon, this is stupid!” Avon sardonically replied: “When did that ever stop us?” He liked replying sardonically. Especially to Vila. Enough of frivolities, though. He wanted to order people about again. “Fire!” Vila pressed the button to the neutron blaster… but nothing happened. Instead, there was a noise. It sounded just like a hairdryer. There was a reason for that. Og noticed he had suddenly four pair of angry eyes staring at him. “What're you all looking at me like that for?” Cally was incredulous. “Og, you've unplugged the neutron blaster.” “Right. Me blow-drying my hair.” Jenna sighed. “And we’re trying to single handedly fight off an alien fleet, until the Federation forces arrive.” “Oh, you're fighting off an alien fleet. So, me have to sit around looking like the bride of Frankenstein?” Avon decided it was time to issue another order. “Use another socket.” “This is beyond belief! A spaceship as big as Liberator and they don't fit enough sockets on the Flight Deck.” Cally shook her head. “There's plenty of plug sockets on the Flight Deck, Og! They're all taken up with your beauty aids! Now use a wall socket!” “What? Unplug my hot wax drip unsightly hair remover?” “Yes! Unplug your hot wax drip unsightly hair remover.” “Me don't believe this! We finally get to encounter an alien species and me have to meet them with a wavery bikini line!” Reluctantly Og unplugged his hairdryer and plugged in the neutron blaster. With the obligatory Red Dwarf reference now dealt with, Dudley Simpson’s dramatic music built up again. “Fire!”, Avon ordered. Vila pressed the button. They hit the spaceship that looked like a Giant Ladle In Space. It exploded. Og was glad they hadn’t hit the spaceship that looked remarkably like two hairdryers stuck together. But sadly it was too late. Most of the alien fleet were already through the gap in the anti-matter minefield. Avon had been so busy shouting orders that he forget to put up the force wall. The Liberator was hit and blown into a thousand bits using stock footage from the Orac episode, to save on the budget. “Whoops!” was Og’s final word. *** The void was white. Very white. Very, very white. “Are we dead?” asked Vila. “Is this the afterlife?” “I don’t know!”, answered Soolin. She was looking lovely. Vila was worried. “Og, you’ve managed to kill us all by plugging in your blasted hairdryer! Before I worked out a way to live forever.” “Me don’t think we’re dead. But me can’t help thinking something is wrong.” “I think there almost certainly is!”, said Soolin. She decided not to explain later, but to explain right now. “I don’t join the crew until Series Derek.” Ah, I wondered when someone would notice that. **** They’d moved on, but everything was still very, very white in the void. Imagine the whitest thing ever, and the void was whiter than that. But was that an object just in front? “It’s an interrogation table”, said Cally incredulously. She’d once been tortured herself on such a table. “And Avalon is strapped to it, wearing very little. What’s it and she doing here?” Well, now… They continued walking in the void. Soolin came across another object. “A photocopier!”, she exclaimed. And then she became angry. “And it’s printing out pictures of my bottom!” She pulled out her gun. At the moment, Vila stepped on an object, slipped and went flying. He got up, his pride wounded. “Why do these things always happen to me?”, he groaned. Soolin picked the object. “Vila, you tripped up on a bar of soap”, she said. “And I think I know we were.” Ah, Soolin, I knew it would be you to work it out first. I’m disappointed you worked it out so quickly, though. I wanted to explain it later. She sighed. “TT, you never explain anything later!” “Me still confused”, said Og scratching his head. Where are we?” “I believe this will confirm my theory”, Soolin said, as a door appeared in front of them. It was marked ‘Xenon Base Shower Room. Designated Only For The Use Of Blonde, Lady Gunslingers Who Are Looking Lovely This Week.’ “You see?”, she said. Vila shook his head. “We’re in the mind of TT.” Well worked out, Soolin. Oh, please put that gun away. “No funny business, TT. What are we doing here?” It’s just my entry for this year’s Horizon Advent Calendar. I was going to skip ahead to a nice festive conclusion. Although I’m struggling to fit in a steamy, shower scene with the Christmas theme. Oh please, stop threatening me with the gun. “Not likely, I know how your stories tend to develop. No shower scenes.” Vila was no longer worried. He had an idea. “TT, if I may, could I make a small request of what I’d like for this Christmas…” **** They were back on the Flight Deck of the Liberator. Space - as shown on Zen’s large monitor screen - was full of bright lights. The lights were the alien fleet as Vila shot them one-by-one with his neutron blaster. When the whole fleet was destroyed, they gathered around the Christmas Tree, to sing a carol entitled There’s A Distant Star. “I could swear I recall this tune from somewhere”, said Tarrant, who nevertheless was in fine voice. Orac sat at the centre of the tree, twinkling various colours. “This is a gross mis-use of my capabilities”, he complained. “Shut up, Orac”, said Vila. Soolin still had one concern., “Vila, what else did you ask TT to incorporate into his Christmas tale? I trust you about as much as I do him. If I end up in a skimpy elf outfit, you’re both dead men.” Suddenly there was a gunshot and a thud from the corridor. “What was that?”, asked Gan. “Avon’s just shot Father Christmas dead”, said Blake. “What?”, exclaimed Cally, Jenna and Dayna. Avon appeared on the Flight Deck, soaked in Santa’s blood. “Well now, I thought Father Christmas had betrayed me and was going to take Roj Bear away from me being naughty this year.” The little bear was still safely tucked in the top of Avon’s leather studded jacket. Vila beamed. “However, there is one major plus. Ladies and gentleman, please make your way to hold number five…” **** Gan, Cally, Blake and Jenna had all disappeared like magic into thin air. Vila had explained to me that no-one could be left who had an inkling of a conscious. “It’s Santa’s sleigh”, exclaimed Dayna. “And it’s fully loaded!” “It’s the morning of Christmas Eve”, explained Vila. “Which means Avon shot Father Christmas before he could deliver presents to any children. Which means they’re all ours. And they’re worth billions of credits. Billions! We’ve finally made it! We’re rich! I can retire to the lakeside at Gardinos, waited upon hand and foot by my Valkyrie guards in their red fur uniforms…” “Wait one moment”, queried Soolin. “Doesn’t that mean all the children will be miserable this Christmas? And not only this Christmas. With Father Christmas dead, no child will ever receive a present from him again.” “Do you have a problem with that?”, asked Vila. “I don’t”, shrugged Soolin. “Not if it means we’re rich.” Avon, Tarrant and Dayna all agreed. **** Back on the Flight Deck, they gathered around the Christmas Tree again, despite the continued protestations of Orac. Vila shared the drinks around, before Og offered a toast. “A very Merry Christmas to us all. And me also wish a Happy New Year to all reading this on Horizon.” And they all lived happily ever after. Unlike the children all across the Federation when they awoke to find someone had eaten the mince pie they’d left for Father Christmas (“Me like mince pies”, said Og, and Vila agreed) but not left any presents. THE END Edited by trevor travis on 21-12-2024 16:59 Vote Og.
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| Paula |
Posted on 21-12-2024 22:26
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 Happy Holidays! This is my ID badge from last month's ChicagoTARDIS convention. It's come to my attention that the giving out of ribbons is an American only tradition at conventions so I'll explain first. At most of the big fan-run cons in the USA, especially ChicagoTARDIS and sister convention Gallifrey One in Los Angeles, ribbons are given out by either guest actors, writers or fans, many of them touting their pod casts or retail business - or just for fun. The standard ID is around 3 by 5 inches big and one wears it on a lanyard all weekend to designate one's ticket and their all-access or reserved seat, or a daily con goer. As the convention goes on, people will often give out ribbons (little bits of ribbon with an adhesive portion to stick on one's badge and then on and on with the other ribbons one picks up during the weekend) at panels, standing in line for autographs, and even the odd actor or writer also passes them out. The idea is mostly advertisement or just plain friendship and the more ribbons, the more panels, autograph and photo sessions you probably attended. The photo here is just my ID with 5 ribbons as I had to take off a number of them to get the photo, but you get the idea. My question is this: Tell me which ribbon Jan Chappell gave me during her autograph session? It should be easy, and my reaction as she gave me the ribbon was to burst out laughing and telling her that I was not what the ribbon said! It was my favorite ribbon of the weekend and a memorable encounter! Bless our actors- they GET IT! You can click on the image to enlarge it properly. <grin> Resist the Host
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| NerdyTeenGirl |
Posted on 23-12-2024 03:12
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I’m not very good at time zones, so forgive me if this is a bit early or a bit late. Ahem. May I present… *drumroll* …the Which Blake’s 7 Planet Would You Live On personality quiz! https://www.quotev.com/quiz/16841451/...ou-Live-On Don’t be sorry. Be quiet.
The Blake’s 7 section of my blog, where I post fics, art, essays, etcetera. https://thephantomofcygnus.wordpress..../blakes-7/ |
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| dodgyville |
Posted on 23-12-2024 13:56
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Happy Christmas from me to you all! In 1979, mid way through filming, industrial action at the BBC halted production on the Blake's 7 Christmas Special. Unable to the complete the episode, all footage was considered lost, until now. The original script was written by Ben Steed however by the time of shooting the cast and crew had decided it would be better to dump it and improvise all the dialogue instead. These results were also very poor and the show went back to using scripts for the next Series. Details of the plot are largely unknown however it apparently involved Avon and Jenna swapping bodies and Blake forcing Vila to run in an election for President of a Christmassy world to trick it into exiting the Federation, a plot said to have inspired a young Vladimir Putin when plotting Brexit thirty years later. A less serious C-plot involved Gan as the ghost of Christmas past and haunting the teleport desk that Cally was sitting at. So, as a special seasonal treat, here is some of that lost footage, mostly model work, from the missing Blake's 7 Christmas Special: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVxL6...VxL6w3HomE Edited by dodgyville on 23-12-2024 14:07 |
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| Joe Dredd |
Posted on 24-12-2024 04:56
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Day 24! In the shadow of Christmas, Vila keeps his word.  (Click to enlarge.) |
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| littlesue |
Posted on 24-12-2024 07:42
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To everyone on Horizon, a little something that my lovely daughter Sarah did for me ages ago!!
Cold! You don't know the meaning of the word cold! Cold is when you have ice on the INSIDE of your window!! Sue's Book Shelf https://www.mediafire.com/folder/z1xg...Zine_Shelf Rebel Run Video https://youtu.be/8prqS-XZtLo |
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| M1795537OCVirn |
Posted on 24-12-2024 09:01
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Here, as promised, the answers to the Twelve WORDs of Christmas 2024 EXTRAVAGANZA! 1st VEM 2nd BARI 3rd XENON 4th IMIPAK 5th SARKOFF 6th EGRORIAN 7th CIRCUITRY 8th MONOPASIUM 9th EXOBRIDDIAN 10th PACIFICATION 11th TRANSMUTATION 12th INTERPLANETARY Thanks to those of you who tried! TYCE managed FIVE correct WORDS, so CONGRATULATIONS to her! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. "You're not sulking, I hope?"
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Posted on 24-12-2024 19:03
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Moderator Posts: 4961 Joined: 15.01.22 |
 Just a little bit of silliness we had at ChicagoTARDIS a month ago with actor Ian McNeice, best known in Doctor Who circles as Sir Winston Churchill in the Matt Smith era. He always dresses the part at conventions, to the fans delight and we couldn't help following his lead, with Ian and me doing the V for Victory sign, and Brad in his kilt attire saluting. You'll see Ian wrote 'K.B.O.' under his name and for those of you who don't know what that means, just look it up in reference to Churchill's famous sayings. We knew! Enjoy and a very Happy Holidays to one and all, and especially our actor friend, Ian McNeice- wonderful chap. Resist the Host
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