I've actually read this back last summer, and other than it raising an eyebrow, I pretty much forgot about it--until tonight, when someone e-mailed me about it. I do love getting e-mails from both my real friends, and Dr Who fans and horse fanatics, but really, sometimes, I get some rather odd messages from people I hardly know, or don't know at all.
So, I have another site I go on--don't really blog or anything, but I do often leave short comments and observations. One of the pages on this site, being devoted exclusively to Doctor Who. And sometimes, I get e-mails commenting on stuff, or with links to Dr Who interviews, stuff of that sort.
So, anyway, seems back last summer, our Mr. Tennnat attended something called the V Festival, over there in the UK, as did, I'm told, young Ms. Piper--who I'm also told may be on the cusp of re-marriage (best wishes to her, if true) and she, I'm also told, may even be in the good ol' 'family way.'--(Again, congratulations to her, if true.)
Anyway, one of the event-goer's, named "Sarah," claims to have glimpsed Tennant wearing "red lacy" ladies knickers. Hmmm---kinky. Maybe he had too much to drink the night before, and grabbed his girlfrined's panties by mistake--he is a rather skinny bloke? So, it seems that some radio DJ talked about this on air, one morning.
And an incensed and sleepy Tennant rang the DJ up, saying (don't know if this is truly verbatum, by the way, this is just what someone e-mailed me tonight):
"They were Calvin Kleins, I swear to you! I'm staring at them right now. Okay, granted they have a little red border around the top, but I can promise you they are neither lacy nor womanly. They are MAN PANTS."
"MAN PANTS????" Is that what they call them in Scotland, now? 
Ah, that just cracked me up--and boy, did I need a laugh, tonight. I'm told--I was going to put this in a separate blog, btw, but I'm slipping it in here--I'm told I may never walk right again.
I haven't wanted to even think about it, these last couple of days--but now I've come to grips with the doc's assessment. We're in a wait and see mode--my insurance isn't very good, so I get the bottom-of-the-rubbish-heap medical treatment: the doc looks at it--presses down hard on the really sore bits, just to be sure, you know--glances at my numerous X-Rays and makes his pronouncement. No fancy scans, or surgeries for poor fat, ugly chavs like me--rubbish bin patients, that's what we are. Sorry. Yes, I'm just a tad bitter, still. Don't worry, I'll get over it.
I'm not tetchy and grumpy, like I was, about three weeks ago, when the foot pain was near-unbearable, I was on two crutches--a real discomfort at my age-- AND I had to walk about in the snow and slush wearing an open-toed shoe and no socks (the entire foot was so badly bruised, socks weren't an option)But for now...I'm certainly better, somewhat, but, truth to tell, I'm not exactly feeling perky tonight, either.
Yeah, the giggle came in handy--and all thanks to David Tennant's "man pants." I seriously needed that.
So, moving on, oh lovin' it--gag me--got yet another message about me making jokes about Tennant. This fangirl--I dunno', couldn't really figure out her message too well--young people now almost exclusively write in "text speak." Problem is, I don't own a mobile, an IPOd--or whatever the hell you do this "text speak" stuff on. Heck, I've only seen an IPod once in my whole life--and only owned a mobile for a month or two, back when mum was dying/died, when I needed the darn thing for a reason. My phone only rings a few times a month--can't see the point of getting a mobile, in all honesty.
But parents--here's a genuine tip: Don't let your kids use text speak in any other capacity then what it's intended for--when they write it on blogs, or e-mails or whatever, they genuinely look like uneducated idiots. Is that what you want the world to think of your child? Seriously--make 'em stop, before they grow up not knowing how to communicate with the outside world in an intelligent manner. Unless, of course, you don't care, and want people to think your kid, who may actually be smart--is purely daft.
Anyway, this girl? She rambled on--from what I could translate--chiding me about making fun of David--I'm not, by the way, really. I'm just finding some humor in his photos and situations, and it has never been intended to be negative, in any way, shape or form...which concerns me, because with this being the second such e-mail this week, I hope that I'm not giving the wrong vibes out, with my small jokes. I need my humor, the way a drug addict needs his "fix." And, I just try to find a small laugh, wherever I can--but I'd honestly be appalled, if it was perceived to be at another's expense. That's certainly NMS--not my style.
So, after chiding me, this young David Tennant drooler, went on about how "fit" and what a "hottie" David Tennant is.
Huh? Come again? Are we talking about the same guy here? Wow. Kids today have really changed. Either that, or standards for "hotties" (in my teen years, we called them "hunks") in the UK are very much different than here in the states. Well, you be the judge, ey? Here's DT with his shirt off:
And here's who, in my youth, I considered "hot:" (The guy on the left)
I'll update you if he is. 
That is bad news Playwrite. How exactly is your leg affected? Will you have a limp ?
I bet you explained this in a later post - sorry.