I spent most of Christmas on my own in the BBC Broadcasting House "business lounge" - a desolate room. The only interesting feature was that ... something... was scuttling about near the open ventilation shaft over my head.
A horrid experience, made rather worse by my ex phoning to tell me about his new boyfriend.
But, slightly vile as it all was, it was sooo much better than the last week with my parents.
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I was planning to wish you a Merry Yuletide, james, but in the light of this post it might be taken as slightly too ironic! So instead, I shall settle for wishing you a Happier New Year :)
(Though it does seem somehow apt that the man in charge of Doctor Who at BBCi is being menaced by things scuttling in ventilation ducts!)
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