Be still my beating heart

[susie_flo]

 Unfortunately this story starts with an admission of extreme geeky sadness...

The other night while falling asleep, G and I played a game of verbal top trumps along the lines of "which Buffy character would you rather shag".  For G, Willow wins every time.  For me, bad Angel trumps Spike and Giles trumps everyone.  What can I say - shy, tweedy geeks bring out the predator in me... Rawr!

 

We concluded afterwards that there is not a person alive who would not think less of us for having heard this conversation, so I am aware that I REALLY shouldn't be writing this on my LJ...  but it does set the scene so nicely for what happened this morning.

While trotting miserably down the road to St Margarets Station, who do I spot walking right in front of me all the way to the station but Giles himself...  wearing a Gilesy-looking jacket and everything!  In my home town... standing next to me on my train platform... the original, lovely, cheekboney, tweedy Giles, better known as Anthony Stewart Head.

What was I to do?  Luckily for him, I was neither sufficiently caffeinated nor alcohol-fuelled to pounce on him and declare undying love.  Instead I stood with the utmost British repression trying not to cast sidelong glances and then got onto a different train carriage.

Sigh.

This reminds me of last summer when I spotted the fabulous Nick Frost in the beer tent of the St Margarets summer fete and the poor man fared far worse.  Something about the informality of a beer tent made it possible for me to accost him and wax lyrical about being in mourning for Spaced.  He was very gracious... bless him.

 

Comments

[kissmeforlonger.livejournal.com]

Never mind having a conversation like that (you are definitely right about Angel vs Spike btw) - you stood next to Antony Head on the train and you DIDN'T say anything?!

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

I know... I could kick myself! Am nursing a secret hope that he may be my new neighbour... perhaps he could move in with Nick Frost and swap notes about their sad groupie.

[steer.livejournal.com]

Hold on, but your bloke is neither shy nor tweedy.

I couldn't really get excited about any of the female buffy characters because they're all supposed to be teenagers. I mean I know they're not teenagers NOW but there would be an element of child abuse about it.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Heh - you're right, he could not be less tweedy. But he does bake exceedingly good cakes.

Anyway what about Drusilla, isn't she about 100 years old? (Admittedly she's a little on the creepy side.)

[steer.livejournal.com]

Well maybe she's 100 years old but she LOOKS like a squeaky clean US teen.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Ah... as one who bears a fleeting resemblance to Angel, I thought maybe you would enjoy a spot of corruption... but thinking about it, perhaps you prefer to be the corruptee :-)

It's certainly half the fun of shy, tweedy geeks from my point of view.

[steer.livejournal.com]

as one who bears a fleeting resemblance to Angel

Laugh... very very fleeting.

perhaps you prefer to be the corruptee

Heh... I think with all that corruption going on I prefer a nice cup of tea and a sit down.