I love how photos and reports from things that happened months ago just keep popping up. NOT that I am complaining. Here, a journalist’s chronicle of her experiences at the NZ premiere of TH.
And here are more photos from that NZ press conference. Her object of affection is Martin Freeman, but we get some yummy RA here, too. *sigh* Look at those smiles, the bared forearm and beautiful hand pouring the water, the laugh, the cute vest-plaid shirt-tie ensemble. So handsome and relaxed and youthful looking!!
(And doesn’t Philippa look pretty??)
Feelin’ kind of beat up this morning. Being in a hemmed-in situation (via the tethered tripod and knobby-kneed teenager poking me in the back) at Honors Program aggravated my shoulder, knee and back. I am not a woman made for sitting in the bleachers, alas, not even down front, it seems 😉 Event took quite a bit longer than expected. Benny took a good look at me when Harry and I got back to dealership and said. “Take a muscle relaxer. We can do without you tonight.” I didn’t argue. 😉
I’ve some other video production-related work to do, not to mention trying to catch up on all your comments, my lovelies, but for now let’s just concentrate on the ravishing creature we celebrate each Friday: the ever-so-thudworthy Sir Guy of Gisborne. The leather! The locks! The eyebrows! The smirk! The Guyliner! It’s all good . . . Sir Guy is fly!