Hello Prospective Voters!
It's only me your friendly neighbourhood Giant Rubber Goth Bat with the latest news about my campaign to beat the newt lover and become the next mayor of London (let's be honest here no one in their right mind will vote for Boris, so he should be a winner with the mentally ill)
Anyway to make sure that I'm well prepared and always have a ready answer for any questions that might be thrown at me I decided to form a brains trust, regrettably this has not gone quite according to plan as Herr Doktor von Squeakenstein was intercepted at the hospital and chased out of the mortuary by a very angry man with a broom (and lost his favourite brain hook in the getaway) and the Master has said that He's not going to pay for any resurrection treatments having seen the size of the electricity bill after the good Doktor's last attempt at artificial life.
So I'll just have to make do with my trusty copy of Old Squeakie's Almanac and Booke of Ye Days...questions anyone?
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