Thing one:
Thing two:
David Tennant single-handedly saved my sexuality last night (please no hand jokes). I watched a video of him hosting The Friday Night Project (not the one with the underpants), and there was this bit...well, thank heavens for
David in his smile, accent, nice suit and lovely red tie for saving me from asexuality (word of advice: Unlike
David [apologies for mediocre screenshot], Justin Lee Collins and Alan Carr aren't that pulchritudinous in their underwear [be glad there is no screenshot]).
(I mean no offense to any asexual individuals reading this.)
Thing three:
Today I met a dog called Alfie. I could barely restrain myself from calling him "Stormageddon." Out loud, that is--I did whisper it.