It’s madam, and thank you. I live to serve.
Now, give me a hug.
“Hello, do come in, may I take your hat and coat? Would you like a cup of tea?”
And when he was leaving, I would deny all knowledge of the hat. “You didn’t bring one, just this orange striped blazer.” It’s not fair to deprive him of both horrendous items in one evening. I do have some manners.
I love them. I want to build a shrine to them. I want to write a song about them. They are amazing.
Methinks Anon wants to see Benedict’s swishy wooshy spaceman coat! I might make a diversion into costumes; his Alexander Masters is a pretty scruffy dresser, so there’s a start.
I think you are onto something with this. It is a pretty awful hat.
Of course. It’s from the Tamara Drewe premiere, so the rest of the outfit is a bit of a miss (check out the paint or whatever-it-is on his arm). The brim is wider than on the trilby, so it suits him. I previously wasn’t a fan of the paisley band thing on it, but I’ve kind of come round to it now.
I’m not against hats in general. The white hat from the Tamara Drewe premiere is a fedora and suits him. So we know he has one. Let’s try and forget the straw stetson thing from the Richard and Judy book club thing.
I quite agree (period costume is definitely something I enjoy on anybody). Because hats, yes. That hat? No.
It’s gone past OHMYGODMYEYESTHEYBURN into SETPHASERSTODESTROY, THISHATSHALLNOTPASS, YOUDONOTSIMPLYWEARTHATHATANYMOREBENEDICT.
I have so many feelings about it and I don’t care. It’s a hat, yes. It is also a symbol of everything wrong in the world. It should not exist. It makes a pretty thing less pretty. You are welcome to disagree with me, but know that I am judging you, and you are wrong.
I think when he finds something he likes, he tends to stick with it. See: sparkly shoes; that lumberjack shirt; THAT FUCKING GODFORSAKEN HAT.
Hahaha. I love you.
The hat is so awful, it actually pains me to know it still exists somewhere. Fingers crossed he left it in London whilst he’s in LA. And let’s hope his cleaner throws it away “by mistake”.
I think this one is particularly delightful.
I hope you didn’t die, I can’t have a death on my hands. Do I need to call a doctor?
Come for the name, stay for Benedict’s face. That sounds kind of rude, I don’t care.