Avon Vs. Hapless Technician

	An innocent employee aboard the London, contemplating his liquorice bootlaces during the long mid-shift lull. Little does he know he is soon to become the victim of Kerr "come and have a go" Avon - the hardest systems analyst this side of Cygnus Alpha.
	In a dramatic display of skill, Avon launches himself feet first through the access panel. He looks set to undershoot but thanks to the advanced physical laws of the BBC editing suite he lands slap bang on top of his opponent. Go Avon.
	Caught off guard over his liquorice bootlaces, the hapless technician doesn't stand a chance. Avon takes the opportunity to slam him painfully into the console, as only a computer specialist can.
	Next, Avon lands a body blow, winding his opponent and making him look a complete tit as his hair flies all over the place. Later questioned about the scuffle, Avon admitted the precision of his punch was largely down to luck: "Actually, I was aiming for his . . ."
	. . . ahem. So, having vanquished his opponent, Avon takes time out to reflect and provide aesthetic pleasure for passing observers. It's all part of the Kerr Avon service.
	Now it's back to the task in hand. The spoils of war are limited to a car ariel superglued to a tube of smarties, but Avon is unperturbed. He communicates with the London's computer by means of prodding, letting it know exactly who's boss here.
	Halfway through his task, and Avon pauses to consider the torturous path which brought him to this room. Had he chosen wrongly all those years ago? Would inheriting the family greengrocers really have been so bad? But wait, what's this? Could it be . . .
	. . . the not-so-hapless technician! Avon is caught off-guard as the enemy grabs him by the neck, perilously close to smudging his mascara!
	Well Avon's having none of it. He jabs an elbow into the foolhardy attacker's ribs before further damage can occur. Touch the make-up and die! It's the Kerr Avon rule of life.
	In a display of the high quality dirty fighting which was to become his trademark, Avon seizes his enemy by the hair and smashes his head into a nearby wall. Game, set and match to commando Kerr.
	The technician finally succumbs, either knocked out or bright enough to realise he's not being payed enough to fight convicts on the mid-shift. Avon finishes the fight not only concious but vertical. A thrilling start to his martial career.

TACTICS: 60% Good use of available environment, and nice touch using the liquorice bootlaces to tie up his victim. Points lost for turning his back while the hapless tech came 'round.
STYLE: 75%: Managed to take time out mid-battle just to look pale and interesting
OUTCOME: 85% Slightly mussed, but fighting fit and ready to gloat when Blake comes running by.

OVERALL SCORE: 73%