Don't worry, everyone - I'm back. You're all safe now. Or are you??
Hope you all got everything you wanted from Santa. I got lots of lovely things, including - and this may be the best present ever - a balloon animal kit, courtesy of Jo. You blow up the thin balloons with the included pump, and follow the guide to twist them into amusing shapes. On my first attempt, I made a small green dog. Behold!
I think I'll call him Bursty. He's still alive too, although he has shrunk a bit. I had a lovely 2 week break, indulged myself a bit too much and now don't want to eat food or drink liquids ever again. I caught up on sleep, and didn't do much else. Of course, halfway through the break, I started getting antsy and wanted to get back to work. I've got lots of things I'm dying to get going on, so I had a quick fiddle (not that kind of fiddle) and eased myself back into it. Now I'm back at my desk, which I have taken a photo of - yes, I know everyone did the "my workspace" thing ages ago, but it's my blog and my desk. Also it was covered in junk for a while, so I couldn't use it. Last Sunday was spent cleaning it up, so now it's suspiciously tidy. Behold:
You may, if you like, clicky clicky for biggy biggy. But Uncle Jimbo, what's all that stuff on the desk? Well, on the left, are my TARDIS notebook (thanks again, Rae), my silver pencil case, small pen box, Dead Fred pen holder, and a picture of my gorgeous Jo to inspire me. Middle, my Macbook (with page 1 of my secret spec film script on screen, ooh, ooh, secret things on display), which is on a Griffin Elevator laptop stand, with an Apple keyboard. Right, my TARDIS desk tidy, Dalek figure (gift from Brian the script editor in Cardiff), mini Davros figure (gift from friend of the blog and nutcase Amanda), and Kensington Orbit optical trackball (to save space, and to stop me resting my hand on an RSI-inducing mouse). Just out of shot in front, is a Duffy office chair. The desk itself is a plain wood console desk, a bit like this one but without the gaps, and lighter brown (can't find the original link anymore). Above all that is a framed poster for Severance, which my agent had in his office at PFD, and then gifted to me when he moved to The Agency. Any time I feel like a failure, fraud, or talentless gimp, I look up at the poster, with my name on it, and think "yeah, I did that." Then I start panicking because it came out two and a half years ago, and I really should have got another movie going since then, so I get out all the DVDs of recent things I worked on, and sit in the corner, fondling the discs and crying. Hey, you've got to have a process.
In other news, we now know who the 11th Doctor is. This is particularly good news for me, because EVERY SINGLE PERSON I KNOW OR HAVE EVER MET has asked me if I know who it's going to be. Now it's announced, I can come clean: No, I didn't know, just like I said. If I *had* known, I wouldn't have been able to say. But I didn't know. Oh God. I exaggerate some things occasionally (okay, most of the time), but not this one. I was asked by absolutely everyone - even people I met for the first time, and complete strangers who messaged or emailed me just to ask. It was funny at first, then I realised that it was never going to end, until the announcement. I try to be as nice as possible to everyone, cause I'm nice and stuff, and I know it's not that particular person's fault on that particular day - they have no idea they're the 20th person that day to ask, or the 500th person in total - but it did start driving me slightly up the wall.
Obviously, now the announcement has been made, I'm going to be asked what I think of the new bloke. So I'm going to answer that here, now, and if I have sent you a link in response to your email or message, don't be offended, it just means that I've run out of ways to answer the question. Sorry in advance for the disappointingly bland nature of the response:
Embarrassingly, I haven't actually seen any of Matt Smith's previous work before, apart from a tiny deleted scene from In Bruges - in which he is very good. So I don't really know what he's like. But he looks the part, and seems like a lovely chap. Besides, nobody knows what he'll be like in the role until series 5 starts, so let's all be optimistic, and wait and see. The people who chose him have seen him audition, and all his other work, so they obviously know if he's right for it, and that's good enough for me. Obviously it's a shame to lose David Tennant, he's been magnificent, but he can't do it forever, and the show must go on. Whatever happens, the show is in good hands, so I'm perfectly happy. Good luck to Matt, and everyone else involved, and I can't wait to see what mayhem and fun you have in store for us.
So there you go. By the way, if anyone comes into the comments going "OMG but it should have been Actor XYZ, the show is RUINED", I warn you now that I will personally lead my 100+ Twitter Army of Doom to destroy you. Yes, I have an army now. Ph33r me. And Bursty, my green balloon dog.