The Doctor...

I did something very silly.

I really disappoint myself sometimes...

I switched on the TV to watch the Monty Python documentary on the ABC. I was slightly early, but thought I'd just leave it on while I pottered around for a bit. This was around 8.20pm.

I, of course, had forgotten that the very last episode of David Tennant as Doctor Who was on tonight. Now, I have these episodes on disc, but had been saving them so that I could watch all the series in order.

Now, I walk in to the lounge room and there it is. His face on the screen. I let out a cry of shock. What was I to do? I couldn't possibly sit down and watch it. I had been so good. I had resisted watching for so long.

So what do I do?







I fucking sit down and watch it.

It was so sad.

I bawled my eyes out through out the last, I dunno 15-20 minutes of it and for probably another ten minutes after it finished.

David Tennant was my favourite Doctor, and I'm not just saying that because he's probably the most attractive Doctor. The other Doctors were all so dull and boring and stiff upper lip chaps. David brought some emotion to the part.

Anyway, I've ruined my viewing.

You know, I would kill to be the assistant to the Doctor, but, BUT, BUT, only if David was the Doctor.

Well, I guess that dreams gone out the window.