I just watched an old episode of Dr Who. His female
colleague was trying to persuade him to be a little more than just a travelling
companion, but he had to decline her overtures.
‘You might want to spend the rest of your life with me,’ he
said, ‘but I can’t spend the rest of my life with you. I have to go on alone.
That’s the curse of being a Time Lord.’
So that’s what it’s
all about. I must be a freggin’ Time
Lord!
No doubt the knowledge will console and sustain me the next
time I’m cheesed off because I haven’t seen or spoken to anybody for three
weeks.
You may hereinafter address me as ‘Doctor.’
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Heads up Americans. You have a rare treat coming your way.
Next post. Want to go for a walk now. The weather forecasters are giving -10°C
for tonight. That’s 14°F to the Yankee pals.
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