OlympicBatch

Benedict: The beating heart of a nation...
Me: Of fangirls.
Benedict: Londinium to the Romans. Lundenwic to the Saxons. Lundenburg to Alfred the Great. But to all generations since, London.
Me: A land of beautiful men.
Benedict: Our London of today. London has known suffering…
Me: MOFFAT!!!
Benedict: But London always rises again.
Me: After the fall?
Benedict: London is a monument; to the hard times, to the good. Celebration of what we have been, what we are today.
Me: A fandom making city of death.
Benedict: London. Our heart, and our sinews, and our voice. Poetry, and prose. People, and places.
Me: And Norse gods.
Benedict: London now throws open its doors to a new theatre of dreams. A city in waiting.
Me: For Sherlock Season 3.
Benedict: A city on the move; humans on the move.
Me: To New Orleans to meet you.
Benedict: Fascination with making the next step faster, stronger, and being the fastest and the strongest.
Me: None of us are strong. We're all dead because of your voice.
Benedict: This… is London of the Olympic Games.
Me: Oh wait... this is about sports?
Benedict: And since this is our heart and our voice,
Me: Your beautiful voice.
Benedict: London must feel and speak of romance, of love.
Me: LOVEME.
Benedict: London is ready- so take a deep breath…
Me: Thanks for the reminder.
Benedict: But not for long, for London is about to cry out… with heart and soul!
Me: On tumblr.
Benedict: Let the games commence.
Me: And may the odds be ever in your favour.