My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

I met The Shat. Okay, it was brief, perfunctory and business like, at a (shudder) a Star Trek con, but I reckon it still counts as a big tick off the old to-do list. I mean, come on, Captain James T Kirk, childhood tv hero. And he was funny, too, in a weird, hyper-real kinda way.

But in truth, I'm still squeeing over meeting Chuck's dad. Yeah, Scott Bakula was there, too, looking mighty fine and such the gentleman, taking my fangirl squee with enormous good grace. What a professional, and, I sense, a genuinely nice man. And a hottie. I am relieved he's still a hottie because, adore him as I do, the role of Stephen J. Bartowski wasn't doing him any favours, hotness wise (but apparently he's not a man to shy away from abominable on screen haircuts). So yes, girlie squee.
( more: bromance is dead )

Doctor Who in the Radio Times, UK, 2006, including sticker book.
Kindly scanned by valcon4 - thanks!
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