Thursday, 12 February 2015

Some More Recent Question Time Merchandise

They're still trying to peddle this stuff...

1 comment:

  1. From time to time, often when in transit or at the pianoforte, I muse that I am E.C. Tubb. At these
    times I am completely without consciousness of my modern existence. Instead, I am sat in a small, rather dank bedsit in Swanley, surrounded by Space:1999 scripts. Since 1953 I've looked after the British Interplanetary Society's petty cash bell jar. But tonights the night I smash it and put a hit on Arthur C Clarke. His delicate crimes will be avenged...