Happy 42nd Birthday Martin John Christopher Freeman, a.k.a. light of my life.
‘In the end he poked his head above the roof of leaves, and then he found spiders all right. But they were only small ordinary ones, and theywere after the butterflies. Bilbo’s eyes were nearly blinded by the light. He could hear the dwarves shouting up at him from far below, but he could not answer, only hold on and blink. The sun was shining brilliantly, and it was a long while before he could bear it. When he could, he saw all around him a sea of dark green, ruffled here and there by the breeze; and there were everywhere hundreds of butterflies. I expect they were a kind of ‘purple emperor’, a butterfly that loves the tops of oakwoods, but these were not purple at all, they were a dark dark velvety black without any markings to be seen.’
“Fuck you, I won a BAFTA” - Martin Freeman
“…you seemed like a doll at first, a tiny little thing with blue eyes and no heart worth bothering about. His words, not mine. But you proved him wrong soon enough.” (x)