Jul 07, 2009 23:53
How lovely to see Torchwood again. It's like seeing an old uni housemate: mostly warm fuzzy feelings mixed with reawakened memories of just how annoying they are.
It was nice to see some actual footage of London. Really. I spotted my nemesis, the number 12 bus. Must have had a bit of a budget increase there.
However, at the moment I can form no more coherent thoughts due to the fact that my brain is begging to be scrubbed with steel wool and I am quietly moaning "the horror. The horror."
Back view of John Barrowman's ballbag=OH DEAR GOD HIDEOUS.