We went to Portillo's last night for dinner where I got my fill of Italian beef. The Dulcinea was feeling a bit under the weather so she relaxed in the room upon our return while I hit a couple seminars.
One of them was about non-heterosexuality in Doctor Who and Torchwood which featured a panel of very frisky ladies who made me fear for Paul McGann's safety. His handlers had better be on the look out today otherwise he is going to mobbed by a roving band of female fans. One admitted last night that they've written slash about the first Doctor and Jack getting it on. So you know they've done at least one story about the eighth and Grace and Chang and The Master in a Gallifreyan orgy where they all do naughty things to each other atop the Eye of Harmony.
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