Catching up now with my November bookblogging. I won’t waste too much time on this one; a Third Doctor / Jo story from the rather variable Telos novella range, which attempts to retell A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Whovian terms. Neil Gaiman has tackled this better, and the original is of course better yet.
Poor Brussels! I quite enjoyed the two days I spent there some twenty-odd years ago, although what I remember most vividly (besides the 4th of July celebration at our hotel featuring a Zydeco band and hilarious Francophone cowboys) was buying a bunch of French-language Asterix comics and drinking a lot of excellent coffee. So, you know, Brussels was pretty much my 16-year-old self’s idea of heaven. 😉