Every so often I still smile over that holiday. It was wickedly fun. And completely impossible. I mean, Bowie in the morning, champagne and caviar at Harrods for lunch, Benedict on the steps of 221B in the afternoon. Crazy!
And yet, it happened. Even the tale of me being elbow deep in suitcase contents (ie dirty washing) on the couch at the hotel on my way out and young Cumberbatch wafts by. I didn't realise he'd vanished into the hotel bar, must have been lurking in my favourite dark corner, oh if only I'd decided to go that Earl grey tea I desperately wanted instead of trying to ram foolish last minute purchases into the big blue bag of doom. You know I still had the welt on my hand from where I'd slammed down the lid, with my hand still inside (as I did but see him passing by), three days later when I finally wobbled onto home soil. Nevertheless, young Cumberbatch has seen my nana knickers, whether he wanted to or not (and I'm thinking not).
( more: not a very servile servile servant )
theatre, benedict cumberbatch, photos
And yet, it happened. Even the tale of me being elbow deep in suitcase contents (ie dirty washing) on the couch at the hotel on my way out and young Cumberbatch wafts by. I didn't realise he'd vanished into the hotel bar, must have been lurking in my favourite dark corner, oh if only I'd decided to go that Earl grey tea I desperately wanted instead of trying to ram foolish last minute purchases into the big blue bag of doom. You know I still had the welt on my hand from where I'd slammed down the lid, with my hand still inside (as I did but see him passing by), three days later when I finally wobbled onto home soil. Nevertheless, young Cumberbatch has seen my nana knickers, whether he wanted to or not (and I'm thinking not).
( more: not a very servile servile servant )
theatre, benedict cumberbatch, photos