(Thing I might have yelled at the screen as the opening credits of Sherlock rolled just now. Ooh, it’s starting. Shh. OK, OK, come get under the blanket with me but be quick. And bring me a beer. And shh.)
fuiru said:
“Beware the Cumberbatch, my son! The gaze that withers, the mouth that disdains! Beware the Martin Freeman although not as much as he sounds a bit less like a Lewis Carroll creature.”