As often happens when something big goes on in Doctor Who, I wasn't around for the big announcement - I spent the weekend in a windmill. Which as fun except that I was looking forward to my sister having kids because I could enjoy the good bits and not get involved in bodily fluids, screaming or sleeplessness. But then two of my friends there have two boys aged 7 & 6 and they make me think that I'd need my sister's kids to be at least 10 before I'll go near them. But she's not getting married until Doctor Who's 50th anniversary, so I have a while to wait anyway.
(Cutting this for Twelfth Doctor spoilers, in case anyone's living under a rock)( Read the rest of this entry » )
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