At last, she stirs (and possibly purrs)
Okay, maybe it's not THAT great a line, but it did allow me to put my finger on what exactly it is that I want to do with Benedict Cumberbatch. I just want to curl up and ride in his pocket like a kitten! Exactly that and nothing else. (Well, unless he asks really nicely. Ahem.) Unfortunately, I'd make a fairly sizeable kitten that would almost certainly spoil the line of his jacket, but at least I'm house-trained.
So, whose voice makes YOU want to ride in someone's pocket like a diminutive fluffy feline?
In other news, most current TV isn't doing anything for me, so I've been using the magic of BBC iPlayer to belatedly catch up with The Killing, the grim but modestly gripping Danish crime drama. I find it's one of those shows that slowly seeps into your world, so if anyone needs me, I'll probably be sitting in a shadowy room, frowning in a chunky Scandinavian jumper...
* If you want to read a Richard Yates novel that isn't Revolutionary Road, try the (marginally) less pessimistic Young Hearts Crying. Alternatively, move slowly away from the bookshelf and do something more cheerful instead.