Saturday, June 15, 2013

I want to eat parsnips with Benedict Cumberbatch and feed him pudding (NOW DAILY) Elinor Vignoble

'Posh boy' Benedict Cumberbatch recently invited Times columnist Caitlin Moran to Sunday lunch with his parents in Gloucestershire.

Not quite believing the Harrow-educated Mr Cumberbatch's insistence he was ‘just middle class, really', Caitlin rolled up at a vast mansion with a vintage Rolls-Royce parked in front, armed with flowers and a bottle of wine, but couldn't find the way in.

On heading towards a crofter's cottage nearby to seek advice, she spotted Benedict standing in the doorway.

‘What were you doing at Kate Moss's house?' he asked mildly. A disarming question surely worthy of the contemporary Sherlock sleuth that helped put him on the acting map.

Caitlin started with a strong gin. Me, I'm a lighter but probably longer drinker, so I would go for Prosecco and a few salmon canapés.

Followed by more Prosecco, depending...

Then they had Sunday roast. Sunday roast? I'm yours already, Benedict, provided we can accompany the meal with a good strong, er, Pinot Noir, for example.

Seconds? You betcha. Btw, Benedict loves parsnips. And I learn that he likes pudding. Pudding? Summer pudding? Spotted dick? I'd be happy to feed him whatever he fancied with custard, spoon after spoon. Two helpings.

Well, Benedict has a very fine frame to fill, quite frankly. But I think I'd personally leave him to the pudding and go for the cheese board. He could have both, of course.

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