So Gay

Julie made me a pot of tea this morning. How pleasant was that? “I love your rough tongue,” she said. “Though my nipples are sore from you licking them all night long.”

I hadn’t got the heart to tell her I went to work as soon as I heard her snores. With it being so warm at night at the moment (double figures, no less) we generally leave the window open. Of course, Gillian has cats.

Work was interesting last night. It’s rare that the country as a whole has such a collective feeling of outrage and loss, and last night was inspired by a television programme. I’ve heard writers talk about the phrase ‘kill your darlings’ but I never though it would be to the detriment of the story. Oh yes, it was passionate and advanced the story greatly, but removing four of the five major characters seems a little like overkill to me.

Still, it gave me a good double handful of misery to spread about. Fantastic! As the Doctor would have said in GI Joe if he’d still been the Doctor.

Which he isn’t, so he didn’t.

A bit of a short entry today so talk amongst yourselves for a bit.


Image: Torchwood - Children of Earth DVD