Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks.

Well, that was a lot better than I was expecting. Though frankly, after The Runaway Bride, Russell T Davies pulling down his trousers and taking a dump on the camera would have been better than I was expecting. The plot of 'Smith & Jones' was bobbins, the aliens were rubbish (why so many close-ups of their feet if they're just wearing goth boots?) but the Doctor and Martha were ace. And that gives me hope. She's a lot hotter than I expected from the stills, too. And is she the first TV companion with a visible tat?

That aside, spent much of yesterday having top fun as a special guest performer in the New Royal Family's first video, link doubtless to be posted at some point. In all the times I've listened to Pioneer Soundtracks I never guessed that one day I'd be chasing one of its performers around the Albert Memorial for the cameras. I am now very carefully not using any words from the song's title, as even one would be enough to get it stuck in my head again.

Then on to an important non-LJ birthday, where I appear to have drunk enough that I'm still tight. Though I have sobered up enough to realise that I also ate way too much garlic. Ow. Ow. Ow.