Well, here's a fine turn-up for the books, Andy's gone off to explore the universe with the Doctor ( Read more... )

So, Captain Harkness.

About this user icon.

Which I didn't upload, and which certainly didn't just show up on its own. Which, furthermore, could only have been uploaded by someone who was very adept at hacking, or someone who knew my password.

It's you or the Russians, Jack.

HINT: It's not the Russians. (I checked with the Kremlin.)

I am buried in the Archives today, but I am logging on briefly to make it very plain that I do not dance around the flat when Mambo Number Five comes on the radio, and if Jack shows you photos or video of such a thing they are fakes.

Especially if I'm wearing the Snoopy boxers.

And Andy, you didn't tell me your old dad was Chief Superintendent ( Read more... )

I am not pathetic ( Read more... )

It is Advice Day in Cardiff! And I am here to stun-gun your problems in the face. (So is Andy, as he's on stadium duty today, poor sod, so I'm posting for him.)

Dear Captain Jack Junior Senior Agent Jones ( Read more... )

Hooray ( Read more... )

Bored. Bored, bored, bored ( Read more... )

You know who it's hard to make a mixtape for? Your girlfriend who doesn't "get why techno is so great".

You know who it's impossible to make a mixtape for? Your immortal boss-slash-boyfriend who already owns every Big Band LP ever and yet openly admits to having enjoyed the Spice Girls. And...and I'm pretty sure he dated Sid and Nancy ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day was very enjoyable. Almost nothing got blown up and we only killed two aliens both of whom richly deserved it.

I am definitely not drunk on very expensive wine. Jack wishes it to be made known that he is definitely wearing trousers.

Some of these statements are lies.

Well, that's sorted ( Read more... )