Robert Carlyle, you sexy bastard.
Jan. 23rd, 2010 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
We were watching Hamish McBeth, my Ma, my Da, my brother and I, while we were downing a brilliant chicken and vegetable soup Mum rustled up.
Robert Carlyle is on screen and I let out a little growl. Mum and Dad are all "Wah?"
"He's hot," I inform them.
"What, him?" says Mum. "He has a face like a goat!"
I have never seen a goat that sexy.
"No he doesn't," I say, "He's gorgeous!"
"No, they all look like that in Scotland," says Dad. "I saw a guy get off a bus who looked like him."
*sigh* Clearly, I am living in the wrong fucking country.
Robert Carlyle is on screen and I let out a little growl. Mum and Dad are all "Wah?"
"He's hot," I inform them.
"What, him?" says Mum. "He has a face like a goat!"
I have never seen a goat that sexy.
"No he doesn't," I say, "He's gorgeous!"
"No, they all look like that in Scotland," says Dad. "I saw a guy get off a bus who looked like him."
*sigh* Clearly, I am living in the wrong fucking country.