She never titles anymore.
Whoa, personal life-imitating-art moment of the week. BBC7 (<33333) have been repeating Dial M For Pizza, and I was there listening to it last night when up crops a sketch set on a train. Robert Bathurst comes over with refreshments.
It goes thus: Tea or coffee?
Now, given that I was stood there for five minutes with the man himself in real life (apparently) trying to work out which drinks he'd bought were which.... well, you get the fangirl drift.
Speaking of Bobbeh2, OMG BOBBEHVERSARY. I haven't been able to get online much recently (*mutters darkly about curfews*) and I can't check for sure, but I do believe that as of February 5th, you've been enduring the Bobbehs for a year! A whole year! I'll go and bake a speshul cake or something. Fic or picspam beckons really, but I've completely lost the ability to write a decent sentence at the moment. Took me ages the other day to write how a character was hanging around a doorway and being tentative because I COULDN'T THINK OF THE BLOODY WORDS. Hate that.
It goes thus: Tea or coffee?
Now, given that I was stood there for five minutes with the man himself in real life (apparently) trying to work out which drinks he'd bought were which.... well, you get the fangirl drift.
Speaking of Bobbeh2, OMG BOBBEHVERSARY. I haven't been able to get online much recently (*mutters darkly about curfews*) and I can't check for sure, but I do believe that as of February 5th, you've been enduring the Bobbehs for a year! A whole year! I'll go and bake a speshul cake or something. Fic or picspam beckons really, but I've completely lost the ability to write a decent sentence at the moment. Took me ages the other day to write how a character was hanging around a doorway and being tentative because I COULDN'T THINK OF THE BLOODY WORDS. Hate that.