Rory Williams

Hi. Sorry. Not in for work, again, because while Amy doesn't mind me using her for posting, I think it's a bit much dragging her with me to work. Unless there's an emergency. In which case I'll beg.

Is that fine?

Do you mind?

Cheers. Sorry. That was me asking Amy and. Yes. That's something that would be happening.

Anyway, as she said earlier, I'm a ghost. Not even a poltergeist, which would be useful because I could just...throw stuff about, but completely insubstantial. I get it...funny, how often have I nearly or actually died...lots.

It's really not that funny. It's actually getting kind of old.

Has anyone worked out how to actually reverse this yet? Because I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

[Video opens on Rory looking hesitant and wearing a grey plaid shirt. Steepling his fingers together briefly in front of his mouth, he takes a breath, and then lowers them to speak.]

You know, you always sort of...know this place is weird. I mean, it doesn't really let you forget, ever. But...it sort of just drives it home when you can say sentences like 'Lady Gaga flew into the City inside a giant egg and then stole the colour of my wife's hair.' [He raises a finger and jabs it forward to impress his next point.] Whiiich I can.

At least, that's what I'm assuming happened, Lady Gaga is free to make her own statements of denial, I guess.

This is so weird.