Got home.
Checked facebook.
Update from DavidTennant.com about pictures from the QI special.
Click the link.
Open them up.
Shout to mum in other room: "He's wearing his velvet jacket!"
Mum: "The kind of reddy, burgandy one?"
Me: "Yes."
Mum: "I like that one..."
Me: "Mmm, Me too..."
*small moment of realisation*
Me: "We know his wardrobe. We might be too obsessed."
Mum: "*thinks* Mmm."
A Little Story.
- Charlotte Tea
- Shakespeare's Hometown. Lucky Ol' Me.
- I like strong, sweet tea and cold, quiet days. When I am old I plan to be gloriously eccentric. I'm pretty eccentric now, honestly. I could spend my life on the top deck of a bus if I had the oppertunity. I like the freedom it gives me. I plan to write for the whole of my existance, I can't see a reason why not. Proper job? No thankyou. Happiness for me can be found in a canned sticky toffee pudding. There's joy in the simple pleasure of licking the toffee residue off the can. I can recite the "Frailty, thy name is woman" speech in Hamlet, a play which I love. I find comfort in the fact that, however bad you think your life is, Hamlet's will be worse. I go and see every Shakespeare play they put on at the RSC, because I like Shakespeare. I like the way he captures people. I think Mariah Gale is an exceptional actress. I become atatched to fictional characters, and have been known to cry at romantic couples in novels. & I'm not sure I belive in true love in real life. Go Figure. In short; I'm pretty paradoxical. And I like it. Life's more interesting that way.
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