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Line of the night:

And by 'credentials' I, of course, mean 'penis'.

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foreverdirt likes Traders.

*happy*

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This weekend I have

watched an episode of Doctor Who and dribbled all over the Tennant's glasses

had flapjacks made for me at midnight

been the man of the house

given a singularly inept tour of Southampton art gallery

eaten my bodyweight in chocolate

drunk the better part of two bottles of wine

wandered around the old town

swung

promenaded along the sea front

converted foreverdirt to Traders (and Jack/Donald, and the OT3)

inflicted Boa vs Python on same

fallen a little bit in love with the JFlan, especially when he's singing Scooby Doo

started calling the JFlan the JFlan

said 'now wait one cotton pickin' minute' at least twice, despite never having done so before

traumatised foreverdirt with Elevated, but made up for it with The Game

spent entirely too much time squeaking over the awesomeness of David Hewlett

managed to avoid having a single high brow conversation

avoided a hangover

had the time of my life

And now? Now I go watch more Traders. I have to lie down to avoid the hangover hat.

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I have been so totally distracted from Traders of late that I couldn't remember where I'd got up to. I thought I was on 3x09. I really, really wasn't. 'cos if I'd seen that opening before - with Jack in a tight grey t-shirt making breakfast, and Donald in a bathrobe with his hair wet from the shower, and the both of them rushing in to comfort Grant, because he's had a bad dream... Well. If I'd seen that opening before I wouldn't have nearly expired of joy.

I love this show.

:D!!!!!

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OMG SUGAR COMA

*thunks*

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