Doctor Who thoughts- now with more Ashes To Ashes jokes!
- Hey, George? You're in a Moffat story- I hope your Mum's laundered yourself some fresh undies.
- Small children can apparently pray to summon the Doctor. I could have done with that knowledge 25 years back.
- Oh goodness, and it works! Love it!
- Okay kid, count the shadows and don't blink.
- Argh! George's Dad is the Devil! That explains a lot. [/Ashes to Ashes ref]
- Okay, so people are annoying. We knew that.
- Bad Rory! No gobbling! I mean, unless you ask Amy really nicely...sorry, that train of thought stopped at some unexpected station.
- Hang on, the speed of that lift, there should just be a puddle of Pond, so to speak.
- Oh Mrs new-hip, you are clearly toast. Yup, there we go.
- Well, clowns can be scary. As can lifts and baths and neighbours.
- Rory's so gloriously used to being dead. There's probably a psychopomp gets the kettle on whenever Rory steps out of the TARDIS.
- I'd expect the 1700s to be more...woody, somehow.
- GIANT EYEBALL!!!
- Ponds, join me in some Atraxi flashbacks, won't you?
- I can't imagine baby Time Lords being told bedtime stories.
- DON'T OPEN THE SODDING CUPBOARD!
- Hello, sinister landlord. Hello, sinister landlord's dog who'd probably be quite nice with a different owner.
- Other stuff is unexpectedy fun! Reminds me of the video to Fireflies.
- DON'T OPEN THE SODDING CUPBOARD!
- The Ponds are almost...backstage somehow.
- Note the tea making of rebellion.
- Jammy Dodgers are great in their multipurposeness- they can even fend off Daleks!
- Oh, that old lady is alive still. Jolly good!
- And if the time-travelling nurse says it's weird...
- Seriously, sinister landlord, develop a liking for CSI derivatives- stops me being bored.
- The dog is spectacularly unbothered by the carpet-kidnap.
- George is a cuckoo! She doesn't look preggers in that Xmas shot.
- Aww, poor little cuckoo, can't be helped.
- SONS OF SHITTING FUCK!
- Gah, just dropped my knitting.
- Ah, so backstage is the doll's house, why does a boy have a doll's house?
- Go, Amy's sudden penchant for violence! It's not going to work, mind...
- Why is it always five lights?
- George, important memo, my lad!
- Well done, little lad!
- Is this really now the time to quibble his species? He's your little lad!
- Ponds: And we will never speak of this again.
- Dog: Where's my dinner?
- Yeah, those teenage hormones are going to be officially interesting!
- CREEPY SINGING IS CREEPY