Doctor Who and the Auton Invasion

The Brigadier's moustache twitched with disgust as a particularly keen photographer shot off a flash-bulb right under his nose.

The Doctor was running at full speed through the tangled woods, ignoring the branches that lashed at his face and body. Totally confused by the sudden flurry of events, there was only one thought in his mind. Like a hunted animal making instinctively for its lair, he wanted desperately to reach the safety of the TARDIS.

The Brigadier's moustache positively bristled with military fervour.