Sisters, Acolytes and Followers
As you all have discovered, our Lord *praise be his name and Ten-inch* did step out amongst the luvvies of Hollyweird at a little annual shindig called the Emmy's on Sunday eve.
Many fangirls were heard to utter a little *sigh* when seeing the Lord all clad in Gothic black with those pointy boots upon his size 11s. Discerning fangirls also muttered quietly about the lack of suitable seamstress in the locale of The Angels who could have taken a few centimetres from the sleeve and the trouser legs. Maybe we can forgive the tailoring - it must be difficult to concentrate when measuring the Lord's inside leg.
The moving images of the Lord wending his way along said carpet of red doth show that he is still a little uncertain of the american way of doing things. Whilst other males and females of the species, many clad in gaudy attire of reds, blues and silver did sway and swagger along, posing for the many watchers of such preening to capture their image in full High Definition megapixels, the Lord seemed more thoughtful and somewhat shy even. I wonder whether he felt himself to be a "bit of a fraud" having yet to land a success on the other side of the Pond. Your time will be upon us soon Oh Lord. Indeed, Single Father is already being heralded as a potential BAFTA winner next year and it has yet to be perused by the eyes of the great and the good let alone fed to the great unwashed of our shores!
So in closing, I give thanks to our Lord for braving the awfulness that is an award ceremony and for giving us yet more gorgeous visions to adorn laptops, smartphones and other *ahem* paraphenalia. I believe there may be more to come (no pun intended) if the tweets from the wilds of New Mexico are to be believed!