Come close now. Zoom in, chopper-shot to crane-shot, down over Roald Dahl-As-We-Expected Plass and its mobile phone mast fountain and, deep, deep below, in his secret underground headquarters,
SECOND VOICE Captain Jack,
CAPTAIN JACK Hi. I'm Captain Jack Harkness.
SECOND VOICE the insomniac bicon; snug as a hobbit, pretty as a choirboy, immortal as carbon dioxide, wooden as a horse. He is passing the small hours sweeping up pterodactyl droppings,
CAPTAIN JACK They get everywhere.
SECOND VOICE and cataloguing his prize collection of alien artefacts,
CAPTAIN JACK One off gadget for choosing the quickest queue at Tesco, check. And one off purple wig for a girlie going to the moon, check. And one off bottle of stuff for getting pterodactyl pturds off greatcoats, check.