I phoned David Tennant who is a mate of mine and said, ‘Can I come and tape you? I want to do a hybrid of you and Kenny Dalglish?’ He said, ‘If you do Kenny no one will understand it.’ I said, ‘Yeah, but you’re too fey.’ He said, ‘I’ll butch up for you.’ I went round to his place and he read a bit of the script for me.
I’m a good person, I hope. But I’m never as good as I want to be, never as nice as I want to be, never as generous as I want to be.
Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:
I want that to be the final line of my biography.
let’s not forget about this gem from macbeth
and, of course, from henry v
ah, the leeks.
Guys are we forgetting Titus Andronicus or
Just a thing to prove to my mom.
Please reblog if you’re a girl and you don’t shave your legs/arm pits, or you’re a girl who does shave her legs/arm pits, but doesn’t think any the less of others that do not or if you’re a guy who doesn’t care if a girl shaves or not.
If I get enough reblogs, I’ll show this to her, and maybe it will be enough to convince her to stop telling me to be ashamed of my body’s natural functions just because I’m a girl.