Oh, I think it might be a bit more detailed than that.
[Your transcriber… Your transcrib… Your tra…. Your … Umm …. Hnnnnnggg… *clutches heart*…
Or words to that effect.
The photographer left the room right after the toast, though.
The photographer was still clearly in the room after Greg left. You can see him standing at the front when Sherlock does the second toast, so Greg should have been standing somewhere where he could see anyone leaving!
"it’s the very last thing to expect"
FUCK THIS. I’M CALLING IT HERE AND NOW
SHERLOCK AND JOHN ARE GETTING A KITTEN
I want this NOWWWWWWW!
David Arnold in concert - Sunday 6 July
I’m going to David’s gig on Sunday at the Royal Festival Hall, and hope to bow down at the feet of one of the men who gave us the stirring and heartwrenching Sherlock soundtracks.
If he doesn’t do any Sherlock, there may be a riot! (But I’m sure he will.)
Lots of tickets still on sale if anyone’s in London on Sunday.
Wi-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, wi-ch-ch, wi-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch……
And getting your finger caught under the metal thingy.
Many a time. I miss the sound and feel of them.
Yep, that avocado green thing bolted to Grandma’s kitchen wall, by the tall step stool - where one sat while talking, of course.
Trying to look cool by dialling with a pencil instead of my finger.
Always - but ALWAYS - getting to the penultimate digit and missing the correct hole but only noticing once I’d started to turn the dial, and so having to hang up and start again.
Getting halfway through the rotation and my finger/pencil falling out of the hole so it didn’t get all the way to the metal thingy, and so having to hang up and start again.
Freezing to death sitting in the hall where there was no heating.
Getting arm-ache from holding up the heavy handpiece.
Ah, them were the days. You young whippersnappers have no idea …