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As just pointed out by the lovely paxford, Doctor Who Season 3 starts in the UK next week. Hopefully, we won't be too far behind.

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paxford
Mar. 24th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
Have been meaning to ask - in betweenst all your packing, would you have time to watch first 5 episodes of Torchwood? (I splurged and bought the UK copy of it - needed the subtitles!)

If yes - i can drop it off one to your work next week (and pick it up come your party)
halloranelder
Mar. 24th, 2007 06:39 am (UTC)
I'd love to, but the fact of the matter is I haven't got a change in hell of doing that. So thanks for the offer, but I'm going to have to decline.
travisjhall
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:54 am (UTC)

In fact, he's had the first ten episodes sitting on a shelf for months, and 11-13 for quite a few weeks, and hasn't found time to watch them. And they all have to go back to their owner before we move.

paxford
Apr. 1st, 2007 11:17 am (UTC)
Understandable! - but shall I taunt you with the information that 3rd disc set has a special feature of John Barrowman singing "Anything goes" :-D
verdigriis
Mar. 25th, 2007 09:22 am (UTC)
I'll be keeping with it by using my own personal TARDIS to watch it in the future in another country. I call my TARDIS bittorrent...

I'm just a little wary - if this season sucks as much as the last one, I may stop watching. On the plus side, Torchwood was bloody brilliant.
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