I have been, for the evening, David Tennant. It was the Oscars at the Phoenix, and all us hardcore ravers went in fancy dress (actually, I went in fancy dress, and so did a lot of non-ravers). And I was Doctor Who, David Tennant stylie. I wore a long beige coat, a jacket, green converse, glasses, awesome hair, and a SONIC SCREWDRIVER!
Then we raved with glow-glasses and balloons. Trust me, you have never seen more inventive dance moves. Cutting the cheese, walking the dog, the list could go on...
The balloons came home with us, and we got glow-glasses-frames ready for our next rave.
Oh, what a night.
And Rhys had been dragged along by his family, 'cause his sister goes. He's in my year [it took me nearly a minute to type that word. Ear, rear, are...] at school. And he was just sat there reading something or other.
Now I must wrap presents for Kath's birthday, and Michael's postponed official birthday. Alons-y!
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You'd've no way been as hott as David Tennant
Alistair: This is your conscience.
Buy Hit The Lights Tickets before Maura eats you.
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