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hathycolOh, help. Last night, through a series of amusing coincidences, Phil and Richie came around to my house to watch Doctor Who. At 3am, after perusing the pubs of St Andrews and watching Survivor after closing times, I staggered home and ruefully thought about all the work I hadn't done. I still haven't done it, but I am working on a To Do document, so that's okay.
Er, yes. Truly, sitting in The Castle and insisting that that it was Rose that seems to be going around blowing up planets, and discussing spoilers for later episodes, and fandom, was quite good fun! I'm not going to review the episode because I need to re-watch it and find out if I liked it or not. I remember not, but readign reviews of it, I'm like "hey, that was good!". Maybe it's because I've heard enough about it over the years that I knew the Caecilius was a deliberate reference and I felt a wee bit oppressed by the BBC. Help, help, I'm being oppressed!
No, I'm joking. I really am. I do, however, think it was a very specific joke and maybe I'm just annoyed because I, and everyone else in my living room, wasn't included.
So, yes. After watching Survivor and making cheap jokes for far too long and getting academically married to Richie and drinking schnapps at 2am, I now just sort of want to sleep. Instead, I have to now write about a thousand words on the Treaty of Birgham and at some point, I need to shower and stuff because WAHEY it's back to the cleaning job tomorrow.
On the bright side, Dodgeball is on tonight. SCORE.
Er, yes. Truly, sitting in The Castle and insisting that that it was Rose that seems to be going around blowing up planets, and discussing spoilers for later episodes, and fandom, was quite good fun! I'm not going to review the episode because I need to re-watch it and find out if I liked it or not. I remember not, but readign reviews of it, I'm like "hey, that was good!". Maybe it's because I've heard enough about it over the years that I knew the Caecilius was a deliberate reference and I felt a wee bit oppressed by the BBC. Help, help, I'm being oppressed!
No, I'm joking. I really am. I do, however, think it was a very specific joke and maybe I'm just annoyed because I, and everyone else in my living room, wasn't included.
So, yes. After watching Survivor and making cheap jokes for far too long and getting academically married to Richie and drinking schnapps at 2am, I now just sort of want to sleep. Instead, I have to now write about a thousand words on the Treaty of Birgham and at some point, I need to shower and stuff because WAHEY it's back to the cleaning job tomorrow.
On the bright side, Dodgeball is on tonight. SCORE.
