I had a text message from Biddy earlier. “We’re off to a barbecue tonight,” it said. “Which means free food (woohoo!), but sadly I won’t be able to watch Doctor Who until tomorrow. Don’t text me any spoilers after you’ve watched it tonight!”
It finished airing at 8pm. Despite the fact I was busting to screech about Cybermen, all I texted her was this:
“The Doctor’s hair was particularly lovely in that episode.”
She replied: “A nice, non-commital review. You should work in journalism.”
I don’t know why, exactly, but I laughed so much at that I dropped my phone.