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Staggering Stories Podcast #265: Wonder Cough
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sat, 17 Jun 2017 16:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins, Fake Keith, Jean Riddler, the Real Keith Dunn and Scott Fuller review the 2017 Doctor Who episodes ‘The Lie of the Land’ and ‘Empress of Mars’, discuss the 2017 film ‘Wonder Woman’, find some general news, and a variety of other stuff, specifically: 00:00 – Intro and theme tune. […]


Staggering Stories Commentary #193: Doctor Who – Smile
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 11 Jun 2017 08:54

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, emojied, in front of the 2017 Doctor Who S10 episode, ‘Smile’, and spout our usual nonsense! The Doctor is interfering with a new species, Bill has a decision to make and the Vardy just want everybody to be happy. But enough of their problems, […]


Staggering Stories Podcast #264: Stimulated Reality
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sat, 03 Jun 2017 16:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Fake Keith, the Real Keith Dunn and Steve Brittain review the 2017 Doctor Who episodes ‘Extemis’ and ‘The Pyramid at the End of the World’, discuss the Big Finish boxset ‘Charlotte Pollard, Series Two’, find some general news, and a variety of other stuff, specifically: 00:00 – Intro and theme tune. […]


Staggering Stories Commentary #192: Babylon 5 – Between the Darkness and the Light
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 28 May 2017 08:33

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, sprung, in front of the Season 4 Babylon 5 episode Between the Darkness and the Light, and spout our usual nonsense! Sheridan is sporting a fetching head band, Garibaldi is looking for mercy and Ivanova is feeling crushed. But enough of their problems, please […]


Staggering Stories Podcast #263: Musical Helmets
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sat, 20 May 2017 14:03

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins, Fake Keith, the Real Keith Dunn and Scott Fuller review the 2017 Doctor Who episodes ‘Knock Knock’ and ‘Oxygen’, tell of their recent visit to the Doctor Who studios in Cardiff and the Capitol 2 Doctor Who convention, find some general news, and a variety of other stuff, specifically: […]


Staggering Stories Commentary #191: Doctor Who – The Pilot
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 14 May 2017 09:46

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, puddled, in front of the 2017 Doctor Who S10 premiere episode, ‘The Pilot’, and spout our usual nonsense! This Doctor is a lecturing security guard, Bill is fattening up the locals and Heather has a very moist fixation. But enough of their problems, please […]

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The Buccaneer Chronicles:

Dreaming on the Spires of Immortality

By Andy Simpkins (despite interference by Keith Dunn, Karen Dunn, Adam J Purcell and Tony Gallichan)


Chapter Two

“The streets are lined with camera crews. Everywhere he goes is news...”

Macfadyan sat bolt upright in his sweat-sodden bed, a hoarse scream ripping its way out of his throat. He looked around himself, temporarily disorientated whilst racking sobs tore through his entire body. After a while, he fell back on the mattress, all the time holding the sheets up to his throat, like a frightened child reassuring itself that there was no monster under the bed. Despite thinking this, cold logic told him that the monster was very real and one that he could not escape. A dying man’s last words sprung unheeded into his mind

“…He is beloved of the Dark Lady…”

Macfadyan tried to get back to sleep but it was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, the insane echoing laughter of Death would creep into his ears and the insane faces he witnessed would peer through him and into his soul, not liking what they saw. In a matter of moments, the dream, that had seemed so real, was a rapidly fading echo of what it once was until it settled into a disquieting memory. After an hours tossing and turning, he threw back the bedclothes, got up and splashed some water on his face from the sink in the bathroom adjoining his personal quarters. Hastily throwing on some clothes, he made his way to the control room. He had an unaccountable desire to be around people at that moment and he craved the company of his shipmates.

He entered the control room to see Blanche, Colin Curtis and Cre’at excitedly talking amongst themselves as they looked at an image on the viewscreen.

Blanche turned around at hearing Macfadyan enter the control room. A delighted smile lit up her face and she rushed over to him to usher him towards what the others were looking at on the screen. Macfadyan was too preoccupied with his own thoughts until he noticed Blanche tugging excitedly at his jacket sleeve.

“Bucky! Bucky! Come an’ ’ave a look at this. This is a sight to see. ’Ere we are in E-space an’ we find ourselves ’ere in the strangest of places.”

Macfadyan shook his head slightly to dispel the last lingering images of the dream and peered down at Blanche who was looking up at him with an excited, expectant look on her young face.

“Very well, child, I will see what it is that has you all in its thrall. Lead me to the viewscreen and I shall see if it is worthy of our interest…”

Blanche lead him to the viewscreen and he peered closely at the sight that was presented to him. What he saw was a cityscape like none that he had seen before. Tall, almost cylindrical towers thrust their way into a star-speckled night sky. They were a uniform dull steel grey in colour and were connected to each other by a series of walkways and gantries. There were very few windows in them and what ones were present, only a few had illumination coming from them.

He could see no vehicular traffic and no air-borne craft to speak of but he did see a few pedestrians on what could be loosely described as the streets. They were humanoid in appearance but, in contrast to the bustling streets of the many planets he had visited where people milled about, stopped to converse with friends or just ambled about to take in the view, these inhabitants all had one thing in common; they all walked with a quick, almost furtive pace, pausing only long enough to cast worried glances around them. It was as though these people were living in the shadow of a dormant volcano; one which could erupt at any moment and he could almost sense a palpable sense of relief as one of them darted into a doorway of what he presumed to be their home dwelling. It was somewhat akin to a broadcast he had seen once when he was on Earth. What he had seen was a documentary about the gazelles of the vast plains of the Serengeti. They too, lived their lives out on the savannahs but they were ever watchful, knowing only too well that predators were not too far away and that death, in the form of slashing claws and teeth gripping their throats, was only the blink of an eye away.

As he was studying the view on the screen, Colin Curtis had walked over and stood by his side. He was a tall, lean man, with dark brown hair in his late thirties who had spent most of his adult life in the armed forces until he was recruited by UNIT and sent on this, his most important mission, to accompany Macfadyan and his colleagues on their travels through the endless regions of time and space.

He was dressed casually in a white shirt, immaculately pressed slacks and brogues. He was wearing a thin cotton jacket and if one looked closely enough, one could see the slight bulge under his left arm where his ever-present service pistol reposed in its holster. He had reluctantly discarded his off-duty garb of khaki shirt, trousers and combat boots in favour of more civilian garb at the urging of the rest of the crew but, despite their continuing entreaties and pleas, had retained his side-arm. He had laughingly said he needed to keep it near him “…just in case of emergencies…” but when he was in the company of The Buccaneer, emergencies were never too far away…

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Chapter Three