Paraphrased from an email discussion with
shinyopals:
Me: When we're in Scotland, can we track down David Tennant's ancestral home?
Opal: No. Really no.
Me: OH THEY SHOULD GIVE TOURS.
Opal: I AM NOT GOING TO PRISON. I AM TOO YOUNG.
Me: It doesn't even have to be his real house. They could just say it's his house and be like "this is a bed that models the SAME ONE David Tennant slept in" or "this is a model of the SAME SOFA he sat on to watch Doctor Who as an eight-year-old." I mean, people go to visit Anne of Green Gables's house in Prince Edward Island and she was fictional. People would go all the way to Scotland to see David Tennant's fake house as well. People like me.
Opal: You know when he auctioned his manky old bed/matress for charity? YOU BOUGHT IT, DIDN'T YOU?
Me: YES, it is in my living room.
Opal: HAVE YOU BOUGHT "AIR DAVID TENNANT BREATHED" OFF EBAY TO ADD TO YOUR SHRINE. IF NOT, I CAN SUPPLY YOU SOME FOR ONLY $50. I DISCOUNT IT FOR FRIENDS
Me: NICE. I can add that to my mantel... if I had a mantel. OPAL, I NEED TO GET A MANTEL SO I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO PUT THE BREATH FROM DAVID TENNANT'S LUNGS.
No, but seriously guys, I feel like Scotland has let a really important economic opportunity get by them. Maybe when I'm in Scotland, I will inform someone of this. They will be delighted to hear it, I'm sure. Then again, in about five days, no one might even care about this David Tennant guy anymore, so that could be a problem. *waves hand*