We had an extra ticket, so I asked my brother if he wanted to join us. Indeed he did, so we all agreed to meet at LaRocca's Corner at 9, for drinks before the 10:30 show.
I think I'm going to write about the show for Wednesday's Culture Blog because, and I'll try to type this as calmly as I can, PaUl RuDD performed his adorableness in person.
Anyway, we were sitting in the bar talking about movies, at which point someone mentions Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and my brother says, "Oh yeah, I saw that. It has that guy you like in it...(mumbling, looking down)..um, Bumberland Coomberbum."
"You mean Benedict Cumberbatch."
"Yeah, yeah." Alex rolled his eyes. "Benedict. Like eggs."
Bumberland Coomberbum was, in that moment, the funniest thing I had ever heard. In a huge english accent, I kept announcing, "Bumberland Coomberbum! SIR Bumberland Coomberbum!"
"His name is ridiculous, Beth."
"Indeed it is, my good man. Bumbletops Capricorn!"
We had to wait in line on the sidewalk for half an hour, and every few minutes or so, it would just escape me. "Bumberland Coomberbum!" I couldn't help myself. "Barbbleby Cobblestone!"
Pretty soon, everyone was doing it. And I woke up this morning to a text from Matt.
It just went on from there:
"Dumbledore Tipseyhatt." (That is one of mine. I'm... pretty proud of it.)
You should try it. It's got to work in a posh British accent and it's got to sound more ridiculous than Benedict Cumberbatch. (Good luck.)
While my brother is right, and his name is a doozy, you've got to admit, there is something about that Bumberland Coomberbum: