Saturday, 1 March 2008
03:03:53 PM (GMT)
I will keep this diary entry Torchwood free. Instead I will talk about something
people will actually want to know about. Hmmm. . .
The only thing in my mind is Torchwood. And Doctor Who, but mostly Torchwood.
I'm going to have to talk about it, aren't I? Urrrgh. Might as well get it all out in
I have a friend at school, who is the only person besides me who watches Torchwood.
The problem is, he's always very far behind. By Thursday morning, when I've seen the
episode on Wednesday and the episode on BBC3 after, he hasn't seen Wednesday's
episode. And he expects me to tell him so that he knows.
He can't watch it on iPlayer, although I don't know why, and it means I can't have a
proper educated discussion with him. It would be much easier if he did just watch it
when it's on, or if my friend's watched it as well. But no. Medythia (Just don't ask
about her name, please. It would be better for all of us. . .) only watches Doctor
Who, Thomas watches everything else except Torchwood, and Ellie is more interested in
BBC2's Thursday night comedy.
Rant over with. On to Torchwood.
Owen. He lives. O.O Not that we thought he was going to die, of course. because,
after all, some of the photos in Torchwood Magazine #1 of the wedding episode (Not
sure of it's name) showed him with Gwen.
Oh yes, the wedding episode. Episode Nine.
My father seemed to think that somehow the 'pulse' would make Owen live again. I did
really want to kill him for being so mean to Toshiko, though. That poor woman suffers
enough as it is. Everybody was laughing at the way Tosh was just talking. . . and
talking . . . and talking, though.
I've been looking forward to next week's BBC3 episode since I read about it in the
The idea of Gwen waking up very close to her wedding day looking ready to give birth
at any given moment amused me a lot. As did the possibility of her with that giant
bump in her wedding dress.
Forgive me while I die of laughter.
Anyway, there is nothing more to say.