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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.
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.