In which I go Gollum. Torchwood-style.
Here is an illustration of the current conflict within my mind:
The Good Curls: For the last time, we are not booking a ticket for the Torchwood preview at the BFI in June. End of!
The Tempting Curls: But it'll be fuuuuuun!
The Good Curls: I don't care; we're going away for three weeks in June and we need to save money; bus ticket plus tube ticket plus BFI ticket, for God's sake?!
The Tempting Curls: But how often do we do this kind of thing? It's a one-off, and it'll be fun to go to London again!
The Good Curls: In the middle of our exams? When we've got work the morning after?
The Tempting Curls: Well...yeah. But it'll be one day out; hell, only one evening! There'll be a Q & A...
The Good Curls: I've already met John Barrowman! And Russell T Davies!
The Tempting Curls: Eve Myles might be there...
The Good Curls: Eve might be? I...I...NO! I must not! I must be strong and fight the influence of Torchwood! I'll be seeing the episode the week afterwards anyway.
The Tempting Curls: It's an opportunity. You want to; I can taste it.
The Good Curls: Oh, so this is turning into mediocre porn dialogue, now? Besides, we're seeing John Barrowman before that, anyway. Stop your whining!
The Tempting Curls: I'm not going to let this drop, y'know. ...*poke*.
The Good Curls: Stop it.
The Tempting Curls: *poke*. Torchwood. *poke*. Preview. *poke*. BFI. *POKE*
The Good Curls: GAGH! *attackwrestle*
The Tempting Curls: Okay, okay, fine! Ow. We'll be safe and boring and stay in and revise and save money. Boo, I say.
The Good Curls: Good. Fine. Shush.
The Tempting Curls: *silence*
The Good Curls: Thank you.
The Tempting Curls: Fancy seeing John Barrowman in panto?
The Good Curls: ...damn you.
Yeah, I just typed all of that up. As they say across the pond, go figure.
The Good Curls: For the last time, we are not booking a ticket for the Torchwood preview at the BFI in June. End of!
The Tempting Curls: But it'll be fuuuuuun!
The Good Curls: I don't care; we're going away for three weeks in June and we need to save money; bus ticket plus tube ticket plus BFI ticket, for God's sake?!
The Tempting Curls: But how often do we do this kind of thing? It's a one-off, and it'll be fun to go to London again!
The Good Curls: In the middle of our exams? When we've got work the morning after?
The Tempting Curls: Well...yeah. But it'll be one day out; hell, only one evening! There'll be a Q & A...
The Good Curls: I've already met John Barrowman! And Russell T Davies!
The Tempting Curls: Eve Myles might be there...
The Good Curls: Eve might be? I...I...NO! I must not! I must be strong and fight the influence of Torchwood! I'll be seeing the episode the week afterwards anyway.
The Tempting Curls: It's an opportunity. You want to; I can taste it.
The Good Curls: Oh, so this is turning into mediocre porn dialogue, now? Besides, we're seeing John Barrowman before that, anyway. Stop your whining!
The Tempting Curls: I'm not going to let this drop, y'know. ...*poke*.
The Good Curls: Stop it.
The Tempting Curls: *poke*. Torchwood. *poke*. Preview. *poke*. BFI. *POKE*
The Good Curls: GAGH! *attackwrestle*
The Tempting Curls: Okay, okay, fine! Ow. We'll be safe and boring and stay in and revise and save money. Boo, I say.
The Good Curls: Good. Fine. Shush.
The Tempting Curls: *silence*
The Good Curls: Thank you.
The Tempting Curls: Fancy seeing John Barrowman in panto?
The Good Curls: ...damn you.
Yeah, I just typed all of that up. As they say across the pond, go figure.