Hästknullaren i Sverige
-Woke up from a dream in which there were naked, dancing Tennants. And I was so sad when I realised it was all just a dream ;__;
-Groggily watched the first BBC Wallander last night. I sense a drinking game coming on. Drink every time someone does Scandinavian Misery(TM). Drink every time someone gets drunk. Drink every time someone lives in an 70s Ikea catalogue for some bizarre reason (that and that profiler guy dressed in a 70s outfit made versaphile and me wonder if this was some sort of Swedish Life on Mars-style angsty copper limbo). Drink every time someone butchers a Swedish name (although you might need a new liver after the first half hour). Down entire glass when someone's pronunciation approaches anything that resembles Swedish. Drink every time Martinsson is a bitch and you want to grab his stupid curly hair and drag him to his knees and shove your cock down his stupidly long throat and make his stupid sea-green eyes weep and--
...just me? Ok, then. I can't help it if he's being some sort of Swedish copper version of Tarrant! Also, you can probably tell I've been reading Go Fuck Yourself, Tom Hiddleston too much recently (although it's oh-so-therapeutic for my poor damaged ovaries).
-Still need moar Simmeh squintfaces on my telly, though:( Go film something, bitch. At least Tennant is always doing something (no matter how rubbish), but it's a crime the best actor of our day isn't doing much. I so need that angsty costume drama with them both in. Duelling and shit.
-Groggily watched the first BBC Wallander last night. I sense a drinking game coming on. Drink every time someone does Scandinavian Misery(TM). Drink every time someone gets drunk. Drink every time someone lives in an 70s Ikea catalogue for some bizarre reason (that and that profiler guy dressed in a 70s outfit made versaphile and me wonder if this was some sort of Swedish Life on Mars-style angsty copper limbo). Drink every time someone butchers a Swedish name (although you might need a new liver after the first half hour). Down entire glass when someone's pronunciation approaches anything that resembles Swedish. Drink every time Martinsson is a bitch and you want to grab his stupid curly hair and drag him to his knees and shove your cock down his stupidly long throat and make his stupid sea-green eyes weep and--
...just me? Ok, then. I can't help it if he's being some sort of Swedish copper version of Tarrant! Also, you can probably tell I've been reading Go Fuck Yourself, Tom Hiddleston too much recently (although it's oh-so-therapeutic for my poor damaged ovaries).
-Still need moar Simmeh squintfaces on my telly, though:( Go film something, bitch. At least Tennant is always doing something (no matter how rubbish), but it's a crime the best actor of our day isn't doing much. I so need that angsty costume drama with them both in. Duelling and shit.