The Doctor does indeed dance!

Ahhh. I'm feeling very relaxed and happy after a delightful day of sorting through my books and watching the Ninth Doctor with the commentary on (cause I'm a GREAT BIG GEEK). Must say though, as much as I'm in awe of dear old Russell T, he'd a bit dull when it comes to commentaries. Give me Steven Moffat and John Barrowman talking about gay clubs for officers during the London Blitz any day.

There is something about the end of The Doctor Dances with Chris and his oh-so out of time finger clicking that never fails to make me grin. And indeed squee. Ah, squeeing. The ultimate fangirl display of our joy, and ultimately, our love.

I'm also rather excited since I'm ordering a shiny new camcorder today, and by 'I', I actually mean my mum's doing it since I don't have a credit card. Whatever. It's shiny and digital and I'm *very* excited. Although, I must confess I'm not sure what I should be filming (minds out of the gutter please). It's all very well and good to dream about wonderfully tacky fan videos in which I'm the Doctor (female stylee), but I know I'll have to plump for jolly recordings of my friends larking about. I'm quite happy to plump for that actually. The last fan type play I wrote...oh God...I'm not going to think about that......

Besides which, what would I do with the damn things? YouTube? Where the stalkers of the world unite to watch teenage girls?

That said. I adore smosh. Anthony...*dreamy eyes*...

If any of you readers have ideas for amusing things for me to film, don't hesitate to comment. As for me, I'm off. Tea to be eaten, Caves of Androzani to be watched and all that. What ho.

Eevee

Mr Spock?