new job

I once read that Oscar Wilde said that the best people don't know what job they want to do until they're 40. I was merrily going along with that until today when I discovered my perfect job: Dr Who's new assistant.

Apparently they're getting rid of that Martha (although I'm not sure why cos I think she's pretty funkay and smart, but hey, who am I to complain?) so will be needing a replacement. They should really stop looking now cos I'm right here, and will happily leave library-land and head off to the Tardis, not a problem-o my friends. Don't worry though, I won't be out of touch cos he does that special trick with the mobile phones so they can be used from outer space, and now that I'm all wireless and everything I'll be able to take my laptop with me.

So I know it'll be hard, but try not to miss me too much, cos I'll pop back every now and then, let you come in and have a cuppa and a hobnob in the Tardis (there will be a kettle and teabags in there, surely?) and just think of all the exciting tales I'll have to tell you...

Cue music, grab the Doctor's hand, run into the Tardis, so long my friends... x