Poor Benedict didn’t stand a chance, he was ripe for the picking at Harrow. Do these freaks honestly think people who know about not-so-occult matters haven’t noticed certain…details?:
All up the stairs are pictures of him as a child. Benedict running, Benedict as a toddler. Benedict aged 10 – white-blond, skinny, in tiny swimming trunks, on a rocky beach in Greece. One of the pictures shows Wanda pulling his trunks down and kissing his bottom. “That is a picture of my mother kissing my arse,” he confirms…We look around his bedroom, which is small and floral. On the chintzy dressing table is a small china pot, with “I Feel Pretty & Witty” painted on the lid, in curlicue script. I’m just asking him if this is his morning affirmation – “Well, I do feel quite pretty,” he’s saying, thoughtfully – when his mother comes upstairs, and interrupts in the way that is the birthright of all mothers…
It is interesting – watching Sherlock Holmes being berated by his mother for still being single. Especially as, where we are standing, we are surrounded by Wanda’s collection of stuffed barn owls (“Mum’s obsessed with owls”) who are all staring at him with pretty much the same gimlet expression as his mother. – What’s not to love about Benedict Cumberbatch? By Caitlin Moran
Except, instead of a lovely bird what they found for him was a carrion-eating harpy who only dreams of feasting on his corpse.
The take away from that is that Momster’s a Cluster B nutcase ala SoFail with similar…beliefs:
Freemason Tim, on the other hand, distracts himself with gardening and hard liquor in true Co-Dependent fashion. We are our parents after all…unless we work to overcome our learned maladaptive behaviors.
PS: That enameled bauble, those ‘honorary’ stints at Oxford, LAMDA etc.? Are ignominious scraps Benedict. What they are taking from you in return is priceless.