Date: 2009-06-22 08:51 am (UTC)
All this talk of bunnies makes me want to go play with one. I WANTS A BUNNY! (but my bunny substitute, i.e., my cat, is not around now. Alas.)

He was too busy milking cows in Emmerdale Farm, I think. Bad, bad Jamie.

Very bad Jamie! ::smacks him a la Zoe:: Two > milking cows!

Oh dear, priest-related cheekiness?

YES. I CANNOT HELP IT, he just looks so gorgeous as a priest! & for some reason, his hair makes me sigh like a wee schoolgirl. & of course, he IS playing something delightfully dramatic & slightly creepy, & that apparently makes me a bit fluttery.
(& incidentally, I was watching a little mashup of clips from his appearance in the show Inspector Morse where he apparently played some sort of handyman who liked to spy on the woman he was working for - now THAT'S cheeky! & ah, twas lovely to see. & he was still so handsome, grey hair, glasses & all. Sigh. ♥)

Ben would not be pleased. :D

Aye . . . but are we SURE he wouldn't? ::smiles angelically:: (ARGH, WHACKING BACK PLOT BUNNIES WITH STICKS NOW)

& YES. Braces may have been involved. ^__________^
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Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.

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