Rasher's Thoughtspace 26.
INFJ.
Let me be.
No, wait, come back.

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I said, “Well, who is he?” And she said, “Well, he’s called Hugh Laurie”. And we met and started writing straight away. I mean, almost literally before we’ve even said, you know, “Hello, would you like a cup of coffee?” From him and “Oh, yes, I’d love one,” From me. We were writing a script. It was a kind of collaborative love at first sight.

His girlfriend was in the room, Emma was in the room, but essentially, we only had eyes for each other — comic eyes, I hasten to add. Nothing untoward. But it was just extraordinary. It was one of those life changing moments. Though, at the time, you can’t be sure it’s life changing - you just know you’ve met someone with whom you instantly mesh on an odd level. You couldn’t quite call it an intellectual level, couldn’t quite call it a social level. It was a level of, sort of, comic apprehension of the world.

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