You know you're a Whovian because:

You are always the first person to point out anyone with ginger hair.

If you get married, you want to have a Doctor Who themed wedding.

If someone asks you a question that you don't want to answer, you simply say 'Spoilers!'

You sing Doctor Who music at random times and don't even realise you're doing it.

You always knock four times.

You don't have a favourite Doctor because you can't decide. Weeell, you might have one, but in that case you talk about him too much.

You check the sky every night, in case the TARDIS is there.

If someone annoys you, you yell 'Oi!' like Donna.

You like Doctor Whooves.

To cheer people up, you use all the positive quotes from Doctor Who you can think of.

You have a pair of 3D glasses like the tenth Doctor.

A/N: Helo ddarllenwyr fanfiction! That was Welsh. I hope you liked this. I want to stop this at eleven, coz, you know, one for each Doctor and all that. But this chapter is different from the others. I won't tell you how, but let me know if you see it. Well, I have to go now. Hwyl fawr! (That means good bye in Welsh.)