no but Moffat squeezed everything he could from the last chance to make fun of Matt
'you shaved your head!'
'I'm wearing a wig!'
'my eyebrows are delicate'
Christmas, for us, begins with Santa Claus. Now, my kids are ten and 13, but somehow they haven’t suspected the truth yet. No, in some enchanted extension of childhood innocence they still think it’s my wife Sue and I who fill their stockings with presents. Time and again I’ve tried to explain that it’s really a magic man called Santa, who lives at the North Pole, mass-producing pirate copies of commercial brands and distributing them worldwide for free, as a protest against capitalism. But they’re having none of it.
I think part of DW planing is how much can we get away with while keeping it family friendly.
It must be a neverending ‘how much boobs and innuendo we can put in one episode before we get moved to 10pm’ game for them.