OH, and...

I know I've been saying this for ages, : JACK IS SO DEAD.

It's called the Immortality Gate, ffs.


ANYWAY: Contrary to what those crazy mousies at who_anon think, I am keeping calm about the PDF. I have no desire to blow up over it, it's Christmas. I will be saying one or two things about it soon, but not right now, I've got turkeys to baste.

*bashes self on head*

Remind me never to start leaving comments at the sites of obscure Welsh newspapers. It never ends well, that sort of thing.

Wut?

Russell talks and talks and talks.

Notes:
A) Spectacular aerial dogfight? Really? I so don't want to see that.
B) I can hear his smug voice when I read things he's said and that's probably one of the things that makes me hate him so much.
C) God knows I don't like the Tories, but still. Does he have to have an opinion on everything?
D) He's really done a remarkable job, hasn't he? It's unbreakable now, the Whoniverse. Solid. What a good job he's done. What a great, great man he is. He's brilliant. He's fucking brilliant. It's a good thing he's aware of these things so he can tell us about them ad nauseam. That's what I'll miss the most. Every ten minutes in my magazines or on my telly or interwebs, there's Russell, telling me how fucking brilliant he is. I WILL BE SO HAPPY WHEN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, MAN. IT'S NOT EVEN RATIONAL ANYMORE HOW MUCH I HATE YOU.

Can I finally say this now? I've been waiting for years to fucking say it:

OI, RUSSELL. HERE'S A QUARTER. GO DOWNTOWN AND HAVE A RAT GNAW THAT THING OFF YOUR FACE.

There, I've said it. I feel a lot better.