Dreamt about that lovely David Tennant last night. Aaaaaah. He was singing backing vocals for Van Morrison. Of course. He's a multi-talented man our David, but I do worry about my subconscious sometimes.
Hey where did you go
When the Slitheen came?
Off in your Tardis
Playing a new game
Spinning round the planets, laughing
Standing on the galaxy's edge
Being possessed by alien lifeforms
Kicking crap out of Daleks, oh
With Who, my brown eyed boy
Who, my-y brown eyed boy.
Do you remember when we used to sing:
dum-dee dum dum dum dum-dee dum dum dum dum-dee dum dum dum
wah wah waaah wah wah waaah...
(dum-dee dum dum dum dum-dee dum dum dum dum-dee)
Sorry, I think I changed songs there. God I miss Doctor Who.
Now, who's going to buy her that Doctor Who doll with the sonic screwdriver?
More to the point when am I going to face up to the fact that Neil WILL break me down into admitting that I really really want one of these myself....