Yay, another potential Doctor Who convert!

I think you should watch the spinoff, Torchwood, too. Captain Jack is yummy. :-D
 

Well, no. You see, I sort of liked John Barrowman long before Torchwood, and he's on telly over here so often I've just decided enough is enough--stay away from Torchwood!

Plus, it looks silly. :D (Says she who loves the original Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy TV series...)
 

Força Companheira!

You’re not the only one afflicted by defunct delivery services.
I’ve had similar things happening to me in the quite recent past. Around Christmas I was waiting for my Play Station 3 like another snotty toddler waiting for ‘Julenissen’ to appear. I had arranged for Elprice (the seller) to have the wonder delivered at my doorstep, and one bright morning (‘bright’ must not be taken literally as it was pitch dark in Kongsberg Norway at 8 am December 22) Elprice texted me that postman Pat would appear at my doorstep around 5pm (which was, figuratively spoken, to be yet another bright moment). From 4:30 and onwards, from a vantage point in his living room next to the window, squinting Hawkeye (aka yours truly) was viewing the steep footpath leading up to his doorstep. Guess what! Nobody showed, and at 7 pm I gave up. Next morning, which was an unbright morning I went round to the post office to demand an explanation. Nor the least bit of bad conscience to be discerned. Of course, delivery had proved impossible when the addressee was absent and the puny mailbox unfit for the package. When asked whether I was sure that I’d been home I had to stare the enemy down, informing him that long in the tooth I well may be, but I still keep track of my whereabouts (at least in a sober state). I then triumphantly proceeded to ask whether or not it was customary to leave a message in the mailbox when a delivery stalled. When that was answered in the affirmative, I gloatingly swore that my mailbox was totally empty, not the slightest trace of any message. The enemy suggested that a neighbour might have stolen it, and then I blew my top. OK, one of my neighbours may well be capable of stealing stalled-delivery-massages just for the hell of it. However, the fact of the matter is that it had been snowing heavily up until round 4 o’clock and the next morning there still wasn’t a single footprint to be seen any where near my mailbox! The only way to reconcile this with the slightest grain of truth in my foe’s assertion would be to assume that the postal services had resorted to airborne carriers, be they helicopters or white winged mythical horses. This being brought home only produced a silly smile and the unconscionably cheeky suggestion that I undertake to carry the PS3 home myself. Needless to say I didn’t waste energy on answering. I just took off in less than a benign mood and hurried back home, lest they beat me to it and got into a situation where they might be able to prove my absence at the time of attempted delivery. Thirty minutes later the PS3 arrived.

This goes to show that UK is not the only place in the back woods cursed by sloppy delivery services lying through their teeth - Aug
 

"I was waiting for my Play Station 3 like another snotty toddler"

LOL!!