You know what this world needs more of? Captain Jack Harkness/Bert the lamplighting-tapdancing-streetcleaning artistic singing chimney-sweep.
...is it worrying that this thought was one of the foremost in my mind after watching the theatre production of Mary Poppins? Well, that and 'OMGBertsquee!'
...I'm sorry. I try so hard to resist the 'loveable rogue' type, but they always win me over in the end. The same thing happened with Jack Harkness.
It's interesting that I tend to pick up character traits from my favourite characters. Squall made me even more introverted than I was before, Seifer and Phineas Nigellus made me snarkier, Rose and the Doctor made me more willing to try new things. When I ended up completely smitten with Captain Jack, I gained a little more confidence and a slightly unfortunate ability to pick up innuendo. With Bert now, he's given me another slight increase in confidence and a compulsion to sing 'Chim-Chimney' constantly (I am never going to get that song out of my head ever). Whether I'm also going to become a lamplighting-tapdancing-streetcleaning artistic singing chimney-sweep, time alone knows.
(I don't know what James Sunderland left me with, and I'm not sure I want to.)
...is it worrying that this thought was one of the foremost in my mind after watching the theatre production of Mary Poppins? Well, that and 'OMGBertsquee!'
...I'm sorry. I try so hard to resist the 'loveable rogue' type, but they always win me over in the end. The same thing happened with Jack Harkness.
It's interesting that I tend to pick up character traits from my favourite characters. Squall made me even more introverted than I was before, Seifer and Phineas Nigellus made me snarkier, Rose and the Doctor made me more willing to try new things. When I ended up completely smitten with Captain Jack, I gained a little more confidence and a slightly unfortunate ability to pick up innuendo. With Bert now, he's given me another slight increase in confidence and a compulsion to sing 'Chim-Chimney' constantly (I am never going to get that song out of my head ever). Whether I'm also going to become a lamplighting-tapdancing-streetcleaning artistic singing chimney-sweep, time alone knows.
(I don't know what James Sunderland left me with, and I'm not sure I want to.)
