"I may have had a bang on the head but this is a dashed queer story!""

I've been away in London, but am back again.  Erm.  Obviously.

Never mind that: I've finished watching not only Talons now, but Horror of Fang Rock.

( Much much waffle about 70s Who. )

Plus, unrelatedly, despite neither winning (oh, and how much I wanted Spooks to!), the Spooks and Doctor Who presence all over the BAFTAs last night was rather pleasing.  Call me strange, but the flick of the camera from Peter Firth to David Tennant for absolutelky no reason whatever half-way through amused me.  It felt like I'd wandered into crossover-land.  But little things please me.  (Although, it'd be nice to guess it's going to the show that dealt with the most disturbing material and be wrong, but there you go.)

"He reads a lot, you know!"

Okay, my thoughts (definitely spoilers all over the place this time, because this is new to me).

( The Doctor talks to cows, Leela's a flirt and it's all rather fun. )