… and don’t tell me that you don’t know Who or what I’m talking about – I mention that I’m a Whovian often enough…
Anyhoo, I actually managed to book a dr’s appt for tomorrow afternoon via the automated phone service (miracles will never cease) and because I was doing it on Speakerphone, my Fiance could hear it.
He started laughing because the automated voice says things like “You have an appointment with THE DOCTOR at…” and his imagination ran away with him, imagining me going to the surgery and fangirling over The Doctor who had just turned up in his TARDIS.
He started laughing, so when I got off the phone, I asked why and he explained. That started me off in a chain of thought (similar to the one that created “Night of The Nanobot) about future archaeologists thinking that Whovians were a religion…
…and you have to admit that some Whovians almost seem to take the show as seriously as a religion…
And that morphed into this:
Our Doctor, who art in T.A.R.D.I.S,
Hallowed be thy Sonic Screwdriver.
The crisis comes,
Thy Will be done,
On Earth as it is in Space.
Bring us this day our Fish Fingers and Custard,
And forgive us our Stupidity,
So that we might forgive the Stupid in Us.
Lead us running down the corridor,
And deliver us from Daleks,
For thine is the Memory,
The Genius and Admiration,
Until the End of the Universe,
Do you think I ought to carve it on a block of stone for those archaeologists to find?