WARNING: May contain traces of Benedict Cumberbatch, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Elementary, Cabin Pressure,
Black Books, Harry Potter, musicals and things I like.
Oh, and nuts.
I got talking to a girl at my job interview today and the subject of Benedict came up quite quickly because we were both huge fans. We swapped a few stories, she looked jealous of mine, and then she crippled me with too much cuteness with hers: She was in town one day with her big sister and toddler nephew, when suddenly the little one started pointing at something and calling out “Sherwock, mummy! Sherwock!” They looked over and saw Benedict, looking down at the little boy and grinning. They started to apologise to him but he said not to worry, and when the little boy toddled his way over Ben knelt down and said hello and told him that he liked his jumper, and it looked like one of John Watson’s. She couldn’t remember what more was said, but she was telling me that he was really, really sweet and ever so cute with her nephew, who now wants to be a detective like ‘Mr Sherwock’.