Right.
Miss Smith seems to think I'm being forwards towards her.
Well, can you blame me?
After all the mess that the Doctors, wonderful chaps, all of him, have dragged me
through, you'd think that a quick nip down to the pub with someone who can
commiserate with me is an invitation to shag nasty.
Well, it's NOT.
Lord knows Yates has been out on many a pub crawl as of late, coming back
in the wee hours of the morning...
Benton is still brooding over Jo leaving.
Jenkins and Osgood are lost in their little heaven dismantling the Doctor's equipment...
Where does that leave me?
Stuck in this bloody office, waiting for the next invasion to happen.
Well, can you blame me?
After all the mess that the Doctors, wonderful chaps, all of him, have dragged me
through, you'd think that a quick nip down to the pub with someone who can
commiserate with me is an invitation to shag nasty.
Well, it's NOT.
Lord knows Yates has been out on many a pub crawl as of late, coming back
in the wee hours of the morning...
Benton is still brooding over Jo leaving.
Jenkins and Osgood are lost in their little heaven dismantling the Doctor's equipment...
Where does that leave me?
Stuck in this bloody office, waiting for the next invasion to happen.