So as Iâve mentioned a few times a lot, I met Benedict Cumberbatch at the starfuryconventions Elementary con a couple of weeks ago. Some pretty cool things happened.
First of all, I got these two incredible pictures with him. I still canât stop smiling at the swearybatch one because he looks so gloriously silly. Thatâs a pretty cool experience in itself, I think. But the story doesnât end there. Oh no, my friends, we have only just begun.
I have a beautiful 1934 edition of The Sign of Four that I asked him to sign. He looked at it and told me how incredible it was and did I know how much it was worth? I was a smidge confused, not gonna lie. And then me confusion only increased, because next he asked if I realised how much the value would decrease if he âvandalisedâ it by signing it.
Embarrassingly, I replied by telling him that I didnât care how much it was worth because I thought he was pretty great and thatâs what mattered. He thanked me, but still, he said that he couldnât ruin this beautiful book, and would I mind if he signed a piece of paper I could tack in? I was a bit dazed but agreed because really, was I ever going to say no to Benedict Cumberbatch?
While his bodyguard was finding a piece of paper (this seemed to take an age, but I wasnât complaining), we were just chatting and all of the lights in the room randomly dimmed and I literally cannot believe what happened next.
He beams up at me and says âooh, bit of mood lightingâ
I reply âhow romantic!â
AND THENÂ HE HUMS PORN MUSIC AT ME AND BEATBOXES
My entire brain just went into meltdown and I think I might have accidentally just stared at him and forgot to speak for a minute?
So yes, nothing will ever compare to Benedict Cumberbatch flirting with me through the medium of bow chicka wow wows. Donât try and pretend anything will.