Good morning, 2011!
Well, okay, afternoon. Er. On January 5th. But still, we all survived another year and didn't blow up any planets, which is very nice indeed.
I spent New Year's Eve drinking cheap wine and eating cheese and watching Sherlock
with my best friend, which brings the number of people I've gotten addicted to this show to exactly two
. (Sa', my dear, I adore you, but get your arse in gear and watch the damn show
My family seems to have gotten the message, too, re: SH, because Christmas got me not only the complete novels and stories, but also the Private Life
and the first season of the Granada series (first impressions: Jeremy Brett has the most incredible eyebrows ever
, and Burke's Watson is absolutely adorable. Especially this
— 'Shh, Watson! this is srs bsns, this man is clearly quite easily flustered, will you please stop laughing
— oh, sod it. BWAHAHAHAH.')
And then there's the added wonder of turning a corner whilst trying to juggle a Starbucks latte and two bags and getting a faceful of SURPRISE CUMBERBATCH.( you are crossing the street on the grands boulevards )
This is deeply disturbing, guys. Le nouveau détective du 21e siècle. Gnk.
i love how it's been like four months since i first watched this show and i still get ridiculously excited at the sight of them