So as I’ve mentioned
a few times a lot, I met Benedict Cumberbatch at the starfuryconventions Elementary con a couple of weeks ago. Some pretty cool things happened.
First of all, I got these two incredible pictures with him. I still can’t stop smiling at the swearybatch one because he looks so gloriously silly. That’s a pretty cool experience in itself, I think. But the story doesn’t end there. Oh no, my friends, we have only just begun.
I have a beautiful 1934 edition of The Sign of Four that I asked him to sign. He looked at it and told me how incredible it was and did I know how much it was worth? I was a smidge confused, not gonna lie. And then me confusion only increased, because next he asked if I realised how much the value would decrease if he “vandalised” it by signing it.
Embarrassingly, I replied by telling him that I didn’t care how much it was worth because I thought he was pretty great and that’s what mattered. He thanked me, but still, he said that he couldn’t ruin this beautiful book, and would I mind if he signed a piece of paper I could tack in? I was a bit dazed but agreed because really, was I ever going to say no to Benedict Cumberbatch?
While his bodyguard was finding a piece of paper (this seemed to take an age, but I wasn’t complaining), we were just chatting and all of the lights in the room randomly dimmed and I literally cannot believe what happened next.
He beams up at me and says “ooh, bit of mood lighting”
I reply “how romantic!”
AND THEN HE HUMS PORN MUSIC AT ME AND BEATBOXES
LET ME REPEAT THAT
HE BEATBOXED AT ME
P O R N O M U S I C
My entire brain just went into meltdown
and I think I might have accidentally just stared at him and forgot to speak for a minute?
So yes, nothing will ever compare to Benedict Cumberbatch flirting with me through the medium of bow chicka wow wows. Don’t try and pretend anything will.