BIG snowstorm – I gather the entire Eastern seaboard is inundated. Light is fading and snow is pelting down. Time to pour a glass or six of wine, turn up the heat, put on the big old fluffy slippers and give thanks to almighty God that I don’t have to commute in a cold, dark storm. Thank you, almighty God.
For those who didn’t catch the Daily Show last night, the divine Benedict Cumberbatch was on with the divine Jon Stewart. I overheated – two of my favourite men on the planet, sitting across from each other. Jon was like a schoolgirl with a crush; he asked Benedict to marry him, but BC said, “You’re a bit late.” He just got married to some incredible woman, like George Clooney’s wife, beautiful, accomplished, brilliant etc. etc.
As are we all.
Still, it’s amazing that this man is such a star – he’s not particularly good looking, he’s cerebral and eccentric and almost all his roles are about strange men doing strange things. And yet he’s elegant, sexy, extremely clever, and utterly appealing. I’d ask him to marry me too.
Well no actually, I wouldn’t. But I’d love to have dinner with him – and Jon – on a regular basis. Once a month, say, along with a few other favourite delicious men, including Macca. Be still my beating heart.
Oh grow up. Time to practice the piano. That will keep me warm, as warm as my fantasies. Though this, below, makes me cold. Have I mentioned how much I hate him?