RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! THE UTTERLY TERRIFYING DALEK PUMPKIN IS COMING TO GET YOU!
I trust this has put you in a suitably spooktastic Hallowe’eny mood, people.
Speaking of things Whovian (when am I not, let’s face it), evidently we’re getting a new Time Lord in the TARDIS come 2010, after David Tennant’s done a series of ‘specials’ next year. Good on ‘im, I say: we’re getting a new Exec Prod then too (Steven Moffat of Press Gang and writing that one with the statues fame: yay!), and I think the timing’s right. I got my regeneration anxiety over and done with after the scarred-for-life childhood experience of watching lovely fluffy Peter Davison turn into companion-strangling pantobeast Colin Baker, anyway. Now that‘s how to scare the kiddies.
Since the tabloids will now be all aflutter with speculation as to who’s Who next, I’m hoisting the flag for team Chiwetel Ejiofor. Partly because it would annoy a lot of boring people: primarily because he would be bloody brilliant. If not him, I’ll take Damian Lewis: ginger Doctor FTW! And of course, we all know Joanna Lumley could pull it off. What say you lot?
Finally getting around to reading Margaret Atwood’s The Edible Woman, which is making me very glad not to live in the 1960s. Although I may just have laid my hands on one of these, which might have to take priority…
I’ve spent the last few days whizzing through the copy-edit of Girl Meets Cake, throwing in a tweak or two. It’ll be off to the typesetters now, so they can rustle up proofs (and possibly do something deeply cunning with layouts). I like this bit. Probably because I don’t have to do any of it. 🙂
Flitting to Wales to catch up with Small Person, Even Smaller Person (though ‘small’ isn’t quite accurate: Fabulously Rotund Person?), and taller people, all of whom were absurdly lovely to see and none of whom were sick on me; getting cross with Raymond Blanc; painting my fingernails sparkly purple.