I'm fine for Who now actually.

[whatho]

Hello. I saw bits of Doctor Who again. Not the whole thing. There was ablutive interruptus. I saw the beginning and the end mostly. And I'm not actually wanting to make a habit of commenting on Doctor Who episodes. I'm just wanting to make June a full house. Ergo.



- Couldn't watch the opening karaoke sequence.
- I laughed when the doctor turned into a little wrinkly monster. Was that what they were hoping we'd do?
- I don't think old men are possessed of such massive heads as the make-up dept at the Beeb seems to think.
- I missed this bit because I was towelling the cat, but seemingly all the knots were untied with the aid of a magic gun that blitzed otherwise unsolvable plots. I know what I'm asking for next Christmas.
- They did seemingly win at the slash though. Had the next series been all about the Doctor's keeping the Master in the TARDIS for a sort of a pet, I might actually have tried to catch it, though I can't stand either character or performance. As it is, I'll try fairly hard not to catch it very much at all. Unless Bill Nighy's the next companion. Someone who isn't young. That'd suit me fine.

It's grand though really. I read some Chekhov plays yesterday and I didn't like them much either.