In a good way! We had a lovely lovely server at the Ritz, who not only recommended his personal favorites from the tray of sandwiches and the tray of sweets that were brought over, but also insisted on pouring our tea (getting me a new pot when my old one was getting stewed) and getting us more scones (with clotted cream, mind) and chocolate-covered strawberries when we said we liked them. :swoons: Everything was bite-sized, but it accumulated when you weren't looking. In summary: even though the harpist played Wind Beneath My Wings and other elevator-music selections, thumbs up to the Ritz's afternoon tea. Also, I love cucumber sandwiches, and scones with clotted cream are clearly God's England's Scotland's God's gift to the world.
Next up: watching the Mel Gibson HAMLET. Adrienne and I spent most of the tea alternately talking Gaiman and Shakespeare, and inasmuch as Mirrormask isn't out in theaters yet, we'll just have to settle for the latter. ;-)
Next up: watching the Mel Gibson HAMLET. Adrienne and I spent most of the tea alternately talking Gaiman and Shakespeare, and inasmuch as Mirrormask isn't out in theaters yet, we'll just have to settle for the latter. ;-)
- Mood:
happy

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Dear Mel Gibson: stoppit with the eyes bugging out to convey strong emotion, or I'll punch you in the balls and give you a reason for your eyes to be bugging out. Dear Franco Zeferelli: tell the truth, Mel had incriminating pictures of the casting director with his or her pet goat, didn't he? Dear Ian Holm and Helena Bonham-Carter: Much love. Dear guy-who-played-Horatio: you did your best. It's not your fault that your part was cut down to the absolute minimum ever and when you were on screen, you were acting next to That Thing (see first item).
(And yes, ETA does stand for Estimated Time of Arrival.)