Bound for South Australia

If I'm going to spend half the night dreaming about hot rough sex, and the other half about having things stolen from me or crimes committed against me, I'd prefer the former later and the latter sooner. It would make waking up far more pleasant.

Um. And also, in concession to the season, yarrrr. I blame Milholland. ....I got my mind on my scurvy, and my scurvy on my mind, yo.

All I've got is a photograph

Take a picture of yourself right now.
* Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
* Post that picture with NO editing.
* Post these instructions with your picture.
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Darkness imprisoning me, all I see is absolute horror

Quickly lost both the hat and the coat, as it's far too warm at work for that tomfoolery. However, I did get to castigate somebody. "I beg your pardon, sir. I sail under letters of marque from the Queen! I am a servant of Her Majesty. You should keep a civil tongue in your head."


As a lead up to IFIAYAQD!, I ask you (especially if you're knowledgeable in the area or bored and have access to Google) what the state of police forensics was in 1920--specifically in Cardiff.
(And for the T3 team, there's nothing to worry about. None of you are going to be paralysed, considered dead, and then presented for an autopsy/vivisection while the rest of the crew frantically scrambles to rescue you.)

(At least, not *this* episode.)

EDIT: Oh yeah, compliments of WillShetterly, Oh no pigeons!
It's sad. So don't click on it if you don't want sad.

Why don't we do it in the road?

The question for today's IFIAYAQD! really was obvious from the start.

Why's the rum gone?