Cumberbimbos Never Apologize: I Explain My Crush on a Man I've Never Met

I've rhapsodized about several things on this blog, like my job and Benedict Cumberbatch and Cocoa Puffs. Rarely do all three coincide (guess what I'm eating while I write this?). But when my UK publisher saw I dedicated UNDEAD AND UNWARY to a man I've never met, they asked me to explain myself to the world. With pictures, if I liked.

If I liked? Wait, so just write up a quick 500 words (I turned in 900) on the deliciousness of Benedict SherKhan Cumbersomething who is, hopefully as I write this, clanking around a movie set in full armor playing Richard III because I lead a stupidly wonderful life? (I'm a Tudorphile, but my second favorite royal family are the Yorks.) Okay, the movie won't be out for two years, but I've got boxes and boxes of Cocoa Puffs to sustain me until then and writing, too, I guess, and maybe loving my family? Anyway, they asked me to write up a lustful account of his yumminess and look at tons of pictures of him, too, and pick the most drool-worthy and stick them into my rhapsodizing and this is supposed to be work? 

So, to recap: my job is the best thing ever, and so is Benedict CumberRichard III, and everything goes down easier with Cocoa Puffs. And, I dunno, milk too, probably.

(If you've got zero interest in my prose--and who could blame you?--there are pictures!) Here's why I'm into Benedict Yummybatch