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.
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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.