Not that.. that's a bad thing. No brilliant thing, lovely Donna is. Oh yes. And just because I don't laugh like a dying hyena doesn't mean I don't find things funny.
And the chickens were brilliant.
Here's a sign she missed, even though I am fairly convinced you'd have to be a master in Grenvese yoga to master some of these.

And for the record. I don't sing.
This is the Doctor by the way. And Donna's never flying the TARDIS again.
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