(scream of suppressed rage and suffering)

DAVID TENNANT'S QUIT WHO!

AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!

Okay.

Chill.

Calm.

Placid.


Yeah, I woke this morning and found out he's leaving next year. There were initially tears of grief and sadness, but I understand more than most people that that's the nature of the beast. Time for a new guy. This could be interesting.

But that DOESN'T mean that in the INTERVENING YEAR I can't throw a fit about it.

So there. Now you're going to have to listen to me gripe about it until next Christmas when Number Ten dies a horrible death and morphs into Number Eleven, whoever he may be.

Please God don't let them hire Russell Brand. I'll die myself if Brand becomes Eleven. Nononononononono.

Pick good, Moffat. Pick good. Don't pick a wank or a loser or a drinker or an ass. We don't need a repeat of Six's short tenure, thank you very much.

Ta,
Bec