Hello everyone! TV's James Moran here. You may have noticed that some troglodyte fuckbag has been spamming me with comments about how to buy gold. He/she was going through every single post, before I managed to switch off comments temporarily - needed to delete 20 of them, which was a pain. So, I've had to disable anonymous comments, but you can easily register for a Blogger or Google or LJ or Wordpress or Typepad or AIM or OpenID account, all for free, all anonymously - it shouldn't cause you any trouble, but it stops the spammers. If you want to buy gold now, you'll have to go to a gold shop like everyone else.
In other news, on Thursday I got recognised, for the first time ever outside of a convention. I was in a branch of Marks & Spencer (other department shops are available) buying a sandwich, when the lady on the till recognised me, and said she really liked my Torchwood episode. I was so surprised, I was a bit lost for words. So, to the nice lady who was on the till: sorry about that, I wasn't annoyed or scared or anything, just had my mind blown a little bit. And I didn't even say thank you, due to my surprise, so: thank you. Now, several days later, I still feel famous and cool.
I've been interviewed in the latest issue of Death Ray magazine, on page 13. There's the usual pic of me in the TARDIS, and also that scary, close-up pic of my face, which I really need to stop sending to people. Try not to look at that bit. But read the words, the glorious words that spilled out of my speak-hole.
Going away on holiday next week, so I'm just finishing up my work before we go. I'll try and do the "where I work" thingy that Sir Arnopp tagged me with, but it might have to wait until I get back. We're heading over to Los Angeles for a week, to relax, stroll on the beach, point at the sights, say "ooh" and "aah", eat food - and meet up with Sir Harlan of Ellisonshire. Still can't quite believe it's really happening, the whole thing is quite brilliant and bizarre. And so is the Richard Burton impression he left on our answering machine.
Thanks to everyone for the excellent music recommendations, I'll have a listen and see if there's anything that tickles my fancy. And when I say "fancy", I mean "arse".