It was a blast. It was da bomb. It was smashing. And now we have to wait for what, nine, ten months? I could have two litters of puppies in that time, fly to Mars and spend my holidays there or even get a human being on the other end of the BT helpline!
But better late than no season two at all.
Bring it on, Sparky!
In completely different news:
Somebody told me early on in our rehearsal period for the film that my character, Peter Smith-Kingsley (who in the novel appears in only one scene), had become in Ant’s writing an amalgam of qualities that he most admired in people. I found this information frankly terrifying, but Ant put it to me slightly differently. He said that Peter was the only character in the story who was comfortable in their own skin, and it was this quality that attracted Tom Ripley.