It's a Mini-Torchwood adventure...
In the interests of shaking off my recent artistic inactivity, here's a silly scribble spawned by the Doctor Who series finale and my own idle speculation about what a certain bunch of Cardiff-based alien-catching operatives were up to while their once-and-future captain was out scoffing chips and catching up with his ex.
Now that's out of the way, another batch of mini-Who icons may be forthcoming in the not-too-distant future. So watch this space, if you're feeling both optimistic and patient.
Still in the world of fantasy, I notice that there's exciting casting news for all fans of platinum blond men with unrealistic accents. Yes, Boris Johnson is running for mayor of London! Oh, and apparently (guest star spoiler alert!) there's also some kind of transatlantic poutathon happening in Wales. We can only hope that the results are as hilariously camp as the publicity shots. (But not a word to Ianto -- he might be a bit upset if his emo poetry-writing credentials are challenged...)
Now that's out of the way, another batch of mini-Who icons may be forthcoming in the not-too-distant future. So watch this space, if you're feeling both optimistic and patient.
Still in the world of fantasy, I notice that there's exciting casting news for all fans of platinum blond men with unrealistic accents. Yes, Boris Johnson is running for mayor of London! Oh, and apparently (guest star spoiler alert!) there's also some kind of transatlantic poutathon happening in Wales. We can only hope that the results are as hilariously camp as the publicity shots. (But not a word to Ianto -- he might be a bit upset if his emo poetry-writing credentials are challenged...)