Dalek poetry reading

Just had to share this one. The bit in question is from 1:10 to 1:28 (don’t think I can edit it to just display that bit, so feel free to scroll for yourself) – Yep, I think we’ve all been there.

Anzac Day

All our fathers and uncles going off to war like going down to the pub. Whirled away like paper dolls painstakingly cut from khaki by little girls, confetti men tumbling into rice paddies, into names like Kokoda and Nui Dat. See them scatter into the twigs into the puddles, the rivers into the villages folding …