Amanda Abbington, on how she and Martin Freeman met.
this smooth ass motherfucker
Any relation to Stamford?
Ha! :D I’d seen that quote before, but had somehow never thought of that.(via forsciencejohn)
I was moaning to the make-up girl that I hadn’t got a boyfriend, and she said there was a guy on the same job who’d been saying the same thing, that he was looking for a nice girl. At that minute Martin walked in and I just had a thunderbolt. It dawned on me: “Oh, God it’s him!” We flirted with each other all day and when I went home he texted me, saying “You left and I wasn’t done flirting with you. That’s a bit rude.
…was the one person that mattered the most.”
I’ve never stopped believing in Mycroft Holmes.
After two years that belief finally delivers.