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While I am of course flamboyant and exciting, I am beginning to wonder just what I've let myself in for.
People will probably stain the carpets. I've just had the curtains cleaned. And I'm sure my cellar will not be respected.
It's not that they'll drink it. It's that they'll drink it like alcopops.
It would, on the other hand, be nice to see some of my old companions, especially the endearingly stupid ones who made me feel better about myself were such good company. I miss Jo sometimes. She didn't mock my pyjamas, even though they were paisley back then too. Not such attractive paisley, though.
I am somewhat more apprehensive about my future companions. Mel seems pleasant (although she may well kill me), but Evelyn is quite frankly terrifying a little unusual. And, I suspect, finds me attractive. While this is understandable it is nevertheless frightening a little awkward and means I may be obliged to hide hurt her feelings somewhat.
The thought of meeting Seven also troubles me. The idea that he is in some way a fulfilment of my subconscious aspirations is a little worrying. Where in my mind is the bit that wants to play spoons?
He, on the other hand, wanted to be taller and thiner and attractive to girls, or indeed anything. How teribly... obvious.
How glad I am that I am above such things.
I hope nobody invites One. He doesn't bother us much at all, in fact, which is good.
Imagine if he were to turn up in more than his administratory capacity to annoy us all. Just think what hilarious dialogue would ensue. Thank Rassilon* that won't happen.
*Just an expression. Don't get smug.
People will probably stain the carpets. I've just had the curtains cleaned. And I'm sure my cellar will not be respected.
It's not that they'll drink it. It's that they'll drink it like alcopops.
It would, on the other hand, be nice to see some of my old companions, especially the endearingly stupid ones who made me feel better about myself were such good company. I miss Jo sometimes. She didn't mock my pyjamas, even though they were paisley back then too. Not such attractive paisley, though.
I am somewhat more apprehensive about my future companions. Mel seems pleasant (although she may well kill me), but Evelyn is quite frankly terrifying a little unusual. And, I suspect, finds me attractive. While this is understandable it is nevertheless frightening a little awkward and means I may be obliged to hide hurt her feelings somewhat.
The thought of meeting Seven also troubles me. The idea that he is in some way a fulfilment of my subconscious aspirations is a little worrying. Where in my mind is the bit that wants to play spoons?
He, on the other hand, wanted to be taller and thiner and attractive to girls, or indeed anything. How teribly... obvious.
How glad I am that I am above such things.
I hope nobody invites One. He doesn't bother us much at all, in fact, which is good.
Imagine if he were to turn up in more than his administratory capacity to annoy us all. Just think what hilarious dialogue would ensue. Thank Rassilon* that won't happen.
*Just an expression. Don't get smug.