All right, it was weird enough running into that Mordred look alike (he really was the smugest little bastard - the look-alike I mean - not Mordred (I don't even know what he's like).), but at least I wasn't in Camelot at the time.

But today...today a look a like of my own father appeared on his throne! On his THRONE!

And I didn't even realise it wasn't him for a good five minutes - because well...even if he was dressed like a lunatic, one doesn't just sit on the King's Throne.

I swear this multiverse thing has got it out for me - it's trying to get me killed - how the Hell would I have explained that if my real father had walked in? The other one - a Mr. Giles I believe? - would have had his head off before he could blink!

And do you know what's REALLY bloody bizarre? Hearing what appears to be your father be all casual about magic and then ask for Merlin (Merlin?!).

Needless to say there was no hunting today - I had to get Mr. Giles back to where he came from... and thank God I did because I have no idea where I could have possibly hide him otherwise.

Honestly, I don't need this.

Stop it, multiverse.