burntcopper | Doctor Who and theatre tours

Phoned in middle of workout by Jo who was bored yesterday morning. Me: 'in middle of crunches! Impossible to get up without hurting self!' Anyway, we decided on a theatre tour, which was fun, with also two Las Vegas tourists. Lots of little bits of gossip, and couldn't believe how often theatres burned down. (basically, if it's older than a century and hasn't burned down at least twice, it's not a proper theatre) Though the bloke did seem surprised when he asked why you thought they burned down so often, and my first reponse was 'insurance'. I am obviously cynical, immerse head in business world too much, and read too much Pratchett and watch Shakespeare in Love. Creditors, that's all I'm saying. Also got labelled as theatre buff as much as Jo (who is bountiful source of info on best places to get cheap tickets) while I wailed inwardly 'I'm not, I'm just a history geek and know obscure little facts'. Still can't believe he hadn't heard of Ned Kynaston, who's one of the first things you come across if you look anywhere near the history of the Restoration of the theatre and women. Actually collared me to write it down at end of tour.

Dr Who. In the sacred words of Vince Tyler : Oh. My. God.

Dancing! 51st century guy! Emergency protocols that produce martinis! Nancy actually being Jamie's mum! Executioners that still write because you were so good in bed! Blackmailing because of the butcher! Welfare state!

I think it's a new rule that any bloke called Jack who claims dodgily that he holds the rank of captain is automatically a bisexual slut.

'It's very sonic, all right?'

No, you will not get coherency. But if they didn't have sex after the end of that episode, I'll be a monkey's uncle. Now all we need for true happiness is someone knocking on the door and all three answering the door a la Sentinel in their jammies and very :cough: sleep-rumpled.