The scale of Five/Master slashiness going on is quite remarkable.

Still never been to Portmeirion (woes), being a South Welsh girlie who doesn't have a car. But I have stood under the Dalek sign in Llangollen grinning like an idiot. (Mainly because I was about to leave Llangollen. God, what a hole.)

The Harp of Rassilon. I swear, is there anything on Gallifrey that man doesn't own?

'A sequence of notes...A TUNE!' Kills me every time.