Oh for god's sake, is it so hard to talk like a grown up?
John Hurt, gotta like him.
I'll tell you what makes me sad.
I had a short story returned by a fanzine editor---a Next-Gen, Dr. Who crossover---because they didn't know Who the Doctor was.
I had a few beers, banged out a new story in four hours, sent it off then went to bed; that one was accepted.
It's worse than you think, this happened about 25 years ago---in the story, the 7th Doctor and Ace visit the Enterprise, because he needs to borrow something from Guinan.
I was truly stunned no one on the editorial board of this particular fanzine had any idea Who the Doctor was, but they liked the story I hammered out overnight while drunk.
In "The Perfect Gift", Worf slips away from his own birthday party to try out the best present you can give a Klingon.