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I blacked out the woman’s name who took the pic of Tony and Cait to minimize the hate she may get from Extreme Shippers. I’m being told this was taken at a gallery/restaurant in Somerset. Again showing us how different Cait and Sam are. Cait and Tony like to do artsy stuff, mostly indoors. Sam is all about the outdoors, and being physically active, and the women he’s dated have matched that. This is OBVIOUS to everyone but those wearing shipper goggles. 

I can’t with how cute Cait looks smiling and crinkling her heart eyes at Tony, and Tony looking down grinning shyly. It’s beyond sweet and melts my cold hard heart. And this is after 5 years together. These two will last a last time. The Irish lass and her Scottish lad, one fine Mr. Tony McGill. Slainte!

Thoughts on The Prestige?

Hi Anon, I’m not sure why Cait said she “met” Tony as a result of Outlander, maybe she meant to use a different word, or she didn’t want to share that she had known him platonically prior to getting together romantically in 2014 AFTER she moved to the UK for Outlander (Tony lives in the UK, ergo Cait getting the part of Claire and moving from Los Angeles to the UK brought her into Tony’s life again, and THAT’S how Outlander brought love into her life). 

But, below is an old picture of Cait looking adorable with Tony, and two of her oldest and closest non-actress friends. Ciara and Blathnaid are both from Ireland like Cait, but Ciara now lives in Edinburgh, and Blathnaid lives in London--hence the Tony connection, since he lived in London for years after growing up in Scotland. 

Regardless of what the details are, the BIG picture is that Cait and Tony ARE engaged and all fans, except a very small percentage, are happy for them. Look a those smiles! Go Tait!

It definitely has tumblr. It has. 

Having been preoccupied with my other blog, I am now back! 3 cheers? 

Okay, maybe not then...

But anyway, I’m back!

Having just arrived back in Edinburgh from Coventry where I was away with work all weekend it night to be back, with a lovely glass of Roija in hand.

Its cliche but true, there’s no place like home. Its good to go away, its good for the soul, to visit other places, talk to new people, its exciting and thrilling. But its all about that return to serenity for me.

Your own bed, your own sofa, the complete lack of a need to justify sitting in your underwear just because you feel like it (a decidedly comfy pair of red A&F, might I add), the smell of your house (your flatmate’s hairspray, and bleach...), the view from your window. The familiarity. That’s it.

Its unbeatable, there is no feeling like it, and its different for us all. Its interesting, we all share in the same experience, yet each of our experiences is different.

Wait, that’s a bit too philosophical, maybe its the wine.

Anyway, I want to focus now on building my blog a bit more. What shall I post about I here you ask? Who knows, would be my answer to you sir! Mostly it will be the mundane workings of my life, work, and struggle for life meaning. Perhaps it might be minutely interesting to some of you, perchance there even be a bit of humour, maybe even a risqué picture or two...we’ll have to wait and see!

Anyway, I’m here, I’m blogging. Onwards and upwards!