Karen Gillan is the sweet summery celebrity rose that, for cosmic reasons way beyond my understanding, HM has decided to take under its wing. She is to be nurtured and fed until she becomes strong enough to leave the HM batcave by herself, taking her first tentative steps into the world of China Whites, Whisky Mists and Jack Tweeds.

Of course as soon as she does, we'll be there to publish any nip slips, drunken punch-ups and outrageous claims she might make, but until that happens we'll just sit here, staring at her in an excessively creepy way, breathing solely through our mouths, only pausing to jam a Wotsit in our fat, pasty faces.

Anyway, Karen and her no-eyebrowed Dr Who co-star Matt Smith were last night spotted turning on the Cardiff christmas lights. Karen appeared surrounded by smoke, looking like a radiant waif, but dressed in some kind of golden blanket that's she'd either been given as a gift by the ruler from a different dimension or, more likely, simply one of those mountain rescue blankets that she'd sprayed with Halfords car paint. She's creative that way.

Either way, here's Karen, do what you will with the pics (here's some saucier underwear ones for those interested).