...you're a Womble. Ah, Guy Fawkes Night (and the fortnight either side of it), when the good folk of England are expected to endure the sounds of heavy shelling in memory of a Catholic fundamentalist terrorist. On the positive side, oooh, pretty shiny lights.
One day, it is my fond and fervent hope, Marvel will actually publish a book I want to buy. Something that the editors are sufficiently confident about in its own right that they won't feel obliged to shoehorn in guest appearances from Spider-Man or other "fan favourites" after three issues in a craven attempt to inflate sales. Paul Cornell's Wisdom looks promising, very promising. Stan Lee Meets emphatically does not.
So, Torchwood! Torchwood came here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and it's aaaaall out of bubblegum. At last, a post-watershed Cybermen story! Not that it didn't have some massive holes, such as why the conversion machine apparently spends the first two or three minutes in operation waving its blades about to absolutely no effect, or why Cyber-Lisa should think that the Frankenstein business at the end of the episode would persuade Ianto to become a Cyberman (the "That'd look cool" syndrome in both cases, I suspect). But still, a passable episode. We did think for a few minutes there that the whole team might self-destruct before the end of the series. Even if he hasn't gone, I'll expect Ianto to be thoroughly traumatised for the next few weeks.
But I'm still more excited about next week's! It's P J Hammond! It's evil fairies! What could possibly go wrong?!