And then of course there was Monsieur Tennant, actually having calmed down a few notches since last week, and just hanging around in the shadows and looking all sort of aroused by the mystery of it all. And the accent.... well, let's just say that sighing occurred, and it was of a loud and heartfelt nature. (Look, just take me now, David. What do you want that blondie Miles tart for, anyway? I'd be so much better for you...)
Also I've been giggling at the BBC's new Visit Torchwood site, and best of all, Millingdale Ice Cream. Do we think that's the Torchwood theme-to-be playing on the front page? And more importantly, anyone for Captain Jack covered in Raspberry Ripple?
In other news, the new TV ad for Domestos, with the animated germ singing about how it's going to make people vom, makes me laugh like a drain. That is because I am thirty-four, going on four.