• My capacity to post about Eleven-era Doctor Who is inversely proportional to my love. (Srsly. Keep attempting to make there be words about Vincent and it just comes out as a nonsensically proud smile and some crying.) 
• The Professionals fandom has just imploded in a flouncestorm of torch_woodly proportions, despite the show having been off-air since 1983. Sigh. Or possibly 'props: that's actually quite impressive.'
• Insomnia till 4am makes for a sad pontisbright. 
• Zzzzzz.

What can you do with leftover roast beef? Apart from just gnawing it off in chunks with the fridge door open, obvs.