Well, as they say, as each sunset comes, you discover that you learnt something new. I sacrificed a fatted cockroach to the gods for poor Captain Herndon and his not merry men.
Poor sodopouloses! Drowning would be a rotten way to die. I hope it's a nice town, and your villa sees daily sunshine. 
I do remember Mrs Dalek starting many episodes with "I'm worried about Jim."
"Jim Dalek" takes the edge off them a bit doesn't it? Sounds a bit slippers and pipe.
I recall that in a WHO episode, they outed the Doctor for interferring, causing a war, and all but eliminating the Dales. The sole survivor had the humans remove his protective lid (a la Darth Vader
) so as to feel the sun before he died.Speaking of which, I stuck a fork in it, and felt nothing, also my last square root was not very satisfactory, so I guess you're right, I'm probably dead. Just as I was getting to know you, too. I guess it's back to my mates at the Necropolis.
Thanks for chatting, you've made this very old P happy, it's made up for missing my 2500th birthday.
I have been thinking and it might be possible that you have been regenerated. Now I know you are not either of the Doctors; Jim Dalek (aka Dale) or Who, but could you possibly be another Time Lord? Your familiarity with British culture from the 1950’s sort of gives the game away. Was there one of those rifts in time near Northolt? You see we lived roughly a dozen miles apart back then, Small world, Maybe it is not quite time for Necropolis and you may have many happy square roots to come. Still, running around as a 2500 year old ancient Greek must be a little challenging, even in London, but keep plucking your lute, keep calm and carry on!