Last week’s five-part Torchwood extravaganza may well have been totally unexpectedly astonishingly good (even if they did kill off Ianto for no good reason, and the ending was so annoyingly poor it would have shamed the producers of Life On Mars), and may well have finished up threatening to dethrone the ratings-toppings ‘supersoaps’, but perhaps the truest measure of its popularity is that during those five days, no less than sixteen thousand, two hundred and seventy three readers alighted on these here pages in search of, you guessed it, ‘eve myles tits’. Unfortunately there is no way of accurately measuring how many of them stayed around to read a load of nonsense about Charles McHaltenwood and ‘Dinners’.
Meanwhile, somewhat slightly lower down the search stats came ‘copy of rolf on saturday’, ‘nathan petrelli can work a photocopier’, ‘phil cool spitting image gallery’, ‘what are those plastic eyeballs on springs called’, ‘tv ark go to work’, ‘katanga katanga katanga’, ‘aa gill earth song’, and ‘when is grimleys on?’. Funny you should ask…
Can I just say “big Welsh whammers”? No particular reason other than it’s a joyous phrase and its use should be encouraged.
And yeah, Torchwood The Mini-Series was good. I’ve just admitted it. The World may be about to end.