Cor!

Move over Cumberbatch, there's a new Brit in town. He is at CERN (and no, I did not meet him. I did think I saw Peter Higgs, but it turned out to be the guy who cleans the bins).

But before that he did this:

 My imaginary life is so exciting, my real life can barely keep up.

Are you KIDDING me?

So now they give us Benedict Cumberbatch falling in love with a feminist? Kill me now.

A pox on you, BBC Two.

Happy Birthday

There was a young man Cumberbatch
Who struck gold with a role perfectly match-
-ed. To his looks that could kill,
With mad Shakesperean skill,
Now even my Amma agrees he's a catch.

Let Us Take A Moment

To ponder the question: Does talent come first or hotness?

Jean Dujardin

The Eric Dane effect

Saw Valentine's Day on big screen with a hallful of squealing young ladies.
I swear to God our collective neural pathways ceased to function the second Eric Dane came on shirtless.
Then just before the entire audience could be declared brain dead & on the verge of being in a vegetative state for the rest of their lives, he put some clothes on.

Seriously - never have I felt less capable of adult logical thought as I did then.

I guess now I know how men feel all the time...

Thoughts Post Watching P.S. I Love You

It would be very nice if I could schmeer Gerard Butler's lips on a toast and take a big bite. Maybe I could frame his eyes and keep it on my work desk. Or fashion his arms into arm rests on my chair so that we could hold hands between changing channels or get a nice cuddle while I watch a late night movie. Make a pillow out of his torso so I could hold it as I fall asleep.
And assemble him back together from time to time so that we can slow dance to Iron & Wine.

So pretty...sigh...