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What the fuck was all that about? Deliverance remade in Wales with fava beans and a nice chianti? I thought there were meant to be aliens?
That said, it was pretty edge-of-seaty even though everyone - even the Captain - was running round being stupid like teen victims in a slasher movie. And Torchwood always makes me horny, no matter what. I've had a Whoverse fetish since I happened to hit my first hormone surge of puberty while watching Tom Baker fiddle with his scarf (so handy for tying someone down with, and I just know there's a play room in the TARDIS. Don't even ask about sonic screwdrivers.) - and no amount of WTFery is going to change that.
In other news, internecine dog fights are going round my f-list lately like the flu, and tonight was my turn. We got off lightly though. The only damage is hurt feelings and Squish's ear is a bit sore where I had to pull him off Spike by it. They got into it because we ran into a cat on Woodbury Avenue and they were both all aroused and barky, and then they collided and got the leashes hooked together or something. Spike and Squish snark at each other fairly often, but they don't mean business - it only ever escalates if they're physically prevented from backing away, which means I, stuck in the middle or attempting to untangle them, am the likeliest one to get bitten. But even I escaped this time. Yay!
