-sighs-

I'm sick of aliens. Why is it that anyone who wants to hurt the Doctor always aim for me? I mean, I know I'm brilliant, but come on. Here are two of my least favourite times when Aliens have been after me:





And here's my favourite time



I like Jack.

Anyway, I fully blame the Doctor this time. It wasn't Rose's fault, even though he blames her.

We landed on the planet Ugo Tepura, and off they went, wearing coats to shield them against the blizzard. Three hours later, they come running back, chased by monkeys yielding spears made from icicles. From what I gather, the Doctor offended the monkey king after Rose asked a question about something or other. I don't ask.

They Left Me!!

Yeah, you read correctly. Rose and the Doctor. Left me. For HOURS! Well, it felt more like days. I was beginning to get itchy feet.. or I would. If I had feet. Ok, I was beginning to get itchy... levers? Doesn't have the same effect.

Anyway.

I understand Rose's need to see her mother. Honestly, I do. But they left me there over night. And it was cold. And the Doctor didn't even return in the middle of the night, like he usually does, without telling Rose. But look. Here's me when we landed.



Look, there's Jackie -waves-. And here's me, still stood there, at night.



I was rather bored. So I decided that next time he puts me on randomise, I'm taking them somewhere mad. HAHAHA. I'm not evil or anything... they just need to learn!

Cardiff.

Now, I don’t mind waiting.


I don’t mind being hit with a mallet.


I don’t mind the occasional spear in the door.


But when someone absent mindedly litters my console room with trashy magazines, I get narked.
I think we all know I’m talking about a certain Rose Tyler. So, yes, Miss Tyler, a little less littering, please? I mean, come on, be nice, I keep you warm, I carry you through time and space, a little cleanliness isn’t too much to ask, surely.


Anyway, enough of that.


So today, I landed in Cardiff, feeling the need for a refuel. The Doctor nearly decided to take a detour, but I tried to, and successfully managed to, convince him otherwise, though it did take a series of groans.

Waiting Around.

All this waiting around gives me plenty of time to write a blog. I'm good at waiting around.

I'm currently stood in the middle of a market place while the Doctor and Rose bugger off exploring in a way that only they can...

Last time, I ended up with a spear in my door. That was rather painful, though I did gain a sympathy rub from the Doctor, so it's not all that bad. He has soft hands.