An Armitage Dreaming

You know when you have a dream, think it’s the bees knees, and then you wake up again an hour later and have completely forgotten about it? Until a couple of hours later when something reminds you and you go “oh hang on, I dreamed that…” but then you’ve forgotten all the details and just have a vague recollection of having dreamed of something that you had to blog about, but you can’t quite recall what it was about.

Well, guess what?

I am happy to announce that last night, I met Richard Armitage! 😀

Uh, and that’s about all I can remember. Moo. 🙁

Okay, the only details I recall is that I met him and he seemed uncomfortable. For the record, I’d like it to be made perfectly clear that I wasn’t running after him yelling something ridiculous like “RICHARD, I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!” or even just letting out the occasional squee at him. I might have been slightly awestruck, but I was acting perfectly sane, thank you. 😛 Didn’t even try to pinch his bottom, I’ll have you know. (Speaking of which, about ten years ago, a friend asked me to pinch a guy’s bottom for her when she had gone. So I chose the moment carefully, did it, and was terribly embarassed about it afterwards. I’m just not a bottom-pinching kinda gal.)

I can’t remember if I was an extra, another actor, some sort of assistant or other behind-the-scenes helper of some sort, but I think he was slightly uncomfortable not with me personally, but rather with the situation. I’m pretty sure we were on a film set, anyway.

But he was indeed tall, dark and very handsome in unreal life!

Hope he’ll show up in my dreams again. And be UN-uncomfortable. He could wear a cravat and a perfectly tailored suit, and … we could talk about books. And have a nice dinner. And he could play the cello. Aww. Sounds like a plan!

P.S. Anyone noticed you can change your background image if you’re logged into Google? As I don’t have a lot of options at work, I’ve set it to the mobile phone shot I took a while back – of the Strike Back billboard. Now my Google is all handsome!

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