So... BBC emailed me...
I started my week like any other.
I woke up, farted, and grumbled about how damn cold the floor was on my feet and good Christ did I have to shit. I stumbled into the kitchen, bleary eyed and shambling like Quasimodo seeking sanctuary. I began to ready my coffee and went to "release the hounds," as it were.
After I began drinking my first cup of coffee my phone notified me that this site had a visitor from the U.K. I thought this was impressive and told my wife.
"That's cool, and all. But you need more local fans." (This is true. I'm a bit of a hermit. Apparently bathrobe, slipper socks, and Star Wars Underoos isn't "Appropriate Work Attire" and I don't want to be part of a world where it's not!)
As she was saying this I heard my email notification go off. I finished my coffee and, with one eye functioning enough to focus on reading, looked at the email.
This is the Image they want to use -
I OBVIOUSLY gave them permission and I'll be getting full credit and MY WORK IS BEING SHOWN IN CONNECTION WITH DOCTOR WHO AT A BBC EVENT OHMIGODIMFANGIRLINGSOHARDAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Anyways. Life is good. How are you?