Turlough's given up mascara and slapped on the eyeliner instead (not to mention suffering at the hands of JNT's hair-dye crusade - what, was he not ginger enough?).





And the Doctor abandons him in full tart mode in a roomful of sailors. Luckily, our boy seems to quite enjoy all the attention.





Fivey/Tarty = immense levels of cuteness, however.







I am quite in love with this story. But I haven't got to Lynda Baron eating the scenery yet, so it may pall.