07 April 2009 @ 11:06 pm
Since my brain's offline tonight, there has been no writing happening.

Instead I asked Nicci what she'd like for her bedtime story -- and she had to go and choose one of the stories we wrote together... where we were well, not entirely sober.

Pink Elephants on Parade | Torchwood | crackfic
The hub either has a rodent infestation or it's been invaded. Either way, Ianto Jones is on his own, armed with nothing but his gun, some weevil spray, a torch and his sharp wit.

mp3 podfic version (as always in a zip to prevent streaming)

text version
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