A weekly rummage in the attic of sci-fi
It's not all squawking, extermination and enslavement in the life of a Dalek, you know. Sometimes the pepperpot tyrants of Skaro enjoy some chin-stroking mental stimulation too. Well, they would if they had chins. And not an oozing mass of vile green slime-flesh lurking beneath a polycarbide casing. Take this puzzler from a '70s Dalek annual. Can you solve it, dear reader? Frankly it's Friday afternoon and our brains are fried like eggs.
Wait, where's page 76?!
