The Ultimate Time Lord: Peter’s like the annoyed older brother, Sylv and Colin are the troublesome middle children who can’t shut up, and Paul’s the kid brother who watches the ridiculous antics of his siblings with rapt attention.
One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds. A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And while you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles, see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence.
I’MMMM GONNA SWINGG FROM THE CHANDELIERRRR, FROM THE CHANDELIERRRR I’MMMM GONNA LIVE LIKE TOMORROW DOESN’T EXIST LIKE IT DOESN’T EXISTTTTTT I’MMMM GONNA FLYYYYYYY LIKE A BIRDD THROUGH THE NIGHT, FEEL MY TEARS AS THEY DRYY I’MMMM GONNA SWINGG FROM THE CHANDELIERRRRR, FROM THE —
[I was born in the State of North Carolina, Columbus Co., Anno Domini 1851.
And pronounced by scientist to be the 8th wonder of the world.
Tis not modest of one’s self to speak, But, daily scanned from head to feet, I freely talk of everything, Sometimes to persons wondering. Some people say I must be two! The doctors say it is not true. Some cry out humbug, till they see, And then exclaim, “great mystery.” Two heads, four arms, four feet, All in one perfect body meet. I am most wonderfully made, All scientific men have said. None like me since the days of Eve, None perhaps shall ever live. If marvel to myself am I, Why not to all who pass me by? I am happy too, because content; For some wise purpose I was sent. Our Maker knows what he has for one, Whether I’m created two or one. Respectfully, MILLIE CHRISTINE.
The Carolina twin, surnamed the 2-headed Nightingale]
Millie and Christine McCoy spoke five languages, were accomplished musicians and dancers (leading to them being billed as “The Two-Headed Nightingale”) , and although they began their lives enslaved, rose to prominence in Britain, met Queen Victoria, and ended up inheriting the farm where they were born.