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So.

I met the Doctor and Captain Jack yesterday.

This was Captain Jack:



...And this was the Doctor.



:D! Sylvester McCoy for the win. He was fantastically lovely.

( Long story short... )

I love my city. It's grimy and grotty and mad and beautiful; it has some of the people I love best in the world, and a lot of the people I think are the best. It fights off floods and alien invasions and delights in its own geekishness; it's clouded with people but there's always someone who wants to know your name. It has its own language and its own song: I see the stained-glass archaic grace of St John's, the alien ship lighting up the smoky sky, the white points of the stadium and the canopy of lights along St Mary's, and I know I'm home.

But it's when I walk across the Bay at night, glowing with velvet dark and misty-bright colours and in these stones horizons sing and laughing people in the laughing air, that I know I'm in love.

It's the Rift City. It's my city.

And I fucking love the stupid place.