If i was writing the Script to Screen
I would include the Doctor and River just flirting for 3 minutes
You know you would love it
@mavarin: @steven moffat In the Library, River asked whether Ten had done Picnic at Asgard. Did she have any unseen adventures with that Doctor?
Steven Moffat (in Production Notes): In my head, she did. And yes, Asgard was No. 10. May not have been an adventure, strictly speaking. She probably just ambushed him with a hamper!
I think people at Fox News just sit together and go
So what kind of shit are we gonna whip up for today? Any ideas? Let’s brainstorm.
Moffat written intro for DWM 447
* Under a read more because it is rather long, and a touch spoilery - but completely worth the full read. :)
“Moff!” said the voice on the phone. “Stop writing and get over here!”
Let’s be clear: I have never invited anyone to call me Moff. I haven’t suggested it, encouraged it, or in any way condoned it, Particularly not when it’s THE Moff: I have many delusions, but being Peter Cushing in Star Wars isn’t one of them. For a long time, I refused to accept it was really happening. But then some newspaper said I was called that, and Karen said it when she picked up her NTA, and when I mentioned my bemusement to my wife, she looked shifty and left the room: later, I noticed on her Twitter Bio, she was ‘wife of the Moff’. Do I look like a Moff, does my smile carry any hint of Death Star, do I –
“Moff, shut up about the Death Star and get over here! You’ve got to see this!”
Okay so the voice on the phone was Matt Smith, and obviously I know better than to disobey a direct command from the Doctor himself. And where I was standing was my hotel room in New York.
“All the time we’ve been together, you knew I was coming here. The last time I saw you, the real you — the future you, I mean — you turned up on my doorstep, with a new haircut and a suit. You took me to Darillium to see the singing towers. Oh, what a night that was! The towers sang, and you cried. You wouldn’t tell me why, but I suppose you knew it was time. My time. Time to come to the Library. You even gave me your screwdriver; that should’ve been a clue”
