Its ass whooping time!

Last night I was in the pub in Manchester. Having a lovely time with friends, drinking, flirting, having a laugh. I'd been there since 5pm. Sometime after 7.30 I got a text from an old aquaintance. Someone I haven't seen in years but who tends to send me the odd text message here and there. Odd being exactly how I'd describe his texts sometimes but I digress. Now, to be fair there wasn't any way he'd have known I was in the pub and not at home watching telly. More specifically, not watching the newest episode of Doctor Who.

It was only one word but it filled me with rage. It was a word that AFAIK can only be associated with Who, being the name of a very old monster. Did I tell you I was avoiding spoilers? More importantly did I tell him? I was livid. I threatened his life. He tried to brush it off and claim he was just giving clues but I've read something in the Radio Times today that I think confirms what he said. I still haven't watched the episode yet. I got home late last night and had to be up early this morning to go to a family christening. And since I got home from the christening I've been up here surfing the net, avoiding sites where I know I'll be spoilered and avoiding my brother who is downstairs watching the telly with a stinking cold. Trouble is I've recorded DW on the Sky+ downstairs so unless I can get my hands on some sort of plastic quarantine tent pronto I'm probably not going to watch the ep tonight. Which means the aquaintance has another day's grace before I find him and kill him.