Where's here exactly?
Dover. My incredibly exciting hometown. The quit-college-and-get-my-life-back-togeth
My parents are wonderful. The food is better.
The dorm of doom is stuck in a thousand and one boxes in my bedroom which anxiously need sorting out.
No, I haven't seen the new Who yet. I'm trying not to mention it. My brother (hereafter known as the Dosk) didn't stop talking about it all weekend and now I think my mother has suffered a massive overdose (the fact that on saturday he watched the who-athon on Sky and then the new episode and then Dr Who Confidential on BBC 3... and did pretty much the same last weekend... and has been using his nifty computer modelling skills to build daleks, K9s etc... and really won't stop talking about it)