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Yesterday's Doctor Who was fine, although when you've had a dream version the night before, it somewhat pales in comparison. I didn't just dream up one episode - there was two. Two for the price of one!
The first one had me racing through streets with Martha before finally catching up with the doctor, who was stood in the road, holding up a (presumably alien) baby. He was trying to find out where it came from or... something. Maybe it's a nod to that forthcoming episode, The Doctor's Daughter. The second one....oh, the second one. The latest villain in the PINSTRIPES OF DOOME was played by none other than Robert. The twist being he wasn't human at all, he was some shape-shifting Terminator style cyborg from the future. And he got all cybernautic on the doctor's arse, like businessman meets swiss army knife. Heh. I do like the random nighttime sci-fi my brain throws at me.
In other news, my dad apparently asked mum if I'd phoned him because he missed a call and the number happened to have the same last few numbers as mine (He doesn't have the number, long story). Now, I don't even *know* his number, so I couldn't have. I have rung many people accidentally (it really isn't a good idea to have VIP numbers on my phone, thinking about it, because one day I'm going to end up ringing Certain People at 3am I just know it) but the chances of me happening to ring my father are just....well.
That is *weird*.
The letter hasn't arrived yet, no.
The first one had me racing through streets with Martha before finally catching up with the doctor, who was stood in the road, holding up a (presumably alien) baby. He was trying to find out where it came from or... something. Maybe it's a nod to that forthcoming episode, The Doctor's Daughter. The second one....oh, the second one. The latest villain in the PINSTRIPES OF DOOME was played by none other than Robert. The twist being he wasn't human at all, he was some shape-shifting Terminator style cyborg from the future. And he got all cybernautic on the doctor's arse, like businessman meets swiss army knife. Heh. I do like the random nighttime sci-fi my brain throws at me.
In other news, my dad apparently asked mum if I'd phoned him because he missed a call and the number happened to have the same last few numbers as mine (He doesn't have the number, long story). Now, I don't even *know* his number, so I couldn't have. I have rung many people accidentally (it really isn't a good idea to have VIP numbers on my phone, thinking about it, because one day I'm going to end up ringing Certain People at 3am I just know it) but the chances of me happening to ring my father are just....well.
That is *weird*.
The letter hasn't arrived yet, no.