ello.

Have been away from LJ for, um, probably about a month now. We’ve moved house, you see, and now have a lovely new apartment. So that took up quite a bit of time.

Oh man, I watched Torchwood…

I expected Jack’s grandchild to get back up, you know. I really honestly couldn’t believe that the show which serves as companion to Doctor Who, probably the best family show in the world, could do something so, well, horrible. And then before the end, when Jack’s daughter stood opposite Jack in the corridor, I again pretty much expected the little kid to come through the door, better again. And he didn’t. Huh.

I can’t quite hate Jack. Don’t know why.

This was Russell T. Davies’s doing, wasn’t it? Between the cruel ending of Season Four and this, I’m kinda wondering if he’s working out issues or something. Because it was cruel. I don’t think it was bad writing, though, not really, because look what it’s done- everyone’s talking about it. No-one in my family likes Torchwood and yet they were talking about it. My dad told me he saw bits of it and read about it and it scared him, and I laughed (probably shouldn’t have done that) but he’s sort of right. He said it was ‘bleak’ and he’s right again. He didn’t really elaborate on what bit scared him, and I didn’t ask, but it scared me too, actually, I reckon. And here I am talking about it, and…

…you know, basically I’m just really really glad Torchwood is fiction. And that’s all I got on the subject for now.