OK, I’ve fallen majorly behind with HO because of pesky work the last few weeks, and not done any Brendan blogging, so I thought I’d catch-up on all I’ve missed tonight. And seriously it was a lot; so glad to have him back. I couldn’t resist doing my highlights since I’ve missed all the talk.
1. Brynsey- Just how seriously behind I was should be apparent when I go back to the 8th/9th for my first highlight. Wasn’t he a sweetie-pie for a while! I wouldn’t want him to be in nice Brendan mode all the time, but when it’s with Lynsey I love it. The pep talk made me all squishy inside.
2. Brendan saying ‘Mark’. Seriously, I don’t like Dodger, but if he starts calling him Mark more often I’d be happy for more scenes together. I don’t even know why that sounds so particularly good in Brendan’s voice but it does. ‘Mark’…
3. ‘Bet the bridesmaids were safe at that wedding!’- brilliant discussion of his wedding. And he didn’t even punch Darren for that comment. I feel this is character progress. Either that or he likes Darren.
4. Which leads me on to… Brendan/Darren dancing. The vintage French music topped this off for me.
5. Brendan’s Valentine for Cheryl:
‘Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Some Poems Rhyme
But This One Doesn’t.
Brendan x’
Is he a good brother or is he a good brother?
6. Brendan pushing Barney in order to ‘take it out on a punch bag’, as per Mitzeee’s advice.
7. Defending Cheryl against annoying student types. Unfortunately he didn’t punch anyone. But still, angry Brendan. I just realised how much I missed you in amongst all the unparalleled niceness.
8. Britzeee- she held his chin, he called her Anne, there was close face talking, and it was beautiful.
9. 16th Feb- Brendan’s couch scene- sweet Jesus have mercy. I thought the grey suit, blue shirt combo from earlier was gorgeous, but this ensemble tops it. Blue/grey shirt (with chest and rolled up sleeves!), charcoal trousers, killer pointy shoes on display, all while lying on the couch talking (rumbling) like a sated post-coital tiger. I seriously had to watch this about four times just to catch what anyone was saying. I kept getting distracted.
10. Also the 16th- Brendan caressing mug, Brendan playing with elastic band (erotically), Brendan finger biting. Basically today was just a Brendan/prop extravaganza. I loved this ep, and it elicited the kind of feelings that can only be properly conveyed in gif form (in this case with ScarJo):

11. The return of my true OTP, Brendan/food. Pie was good. Tea was very good (for reasons above). Public (toasted cheese?) eating topped it off. This really ticked all the boxes- calorie/ carb laden (as Brendan’s food should be), eaten while he walks the street being a badass in the Prague coat (allowing for simultaneous eating/alpha posturing), and good sound accompaniment since it’s toast.
12. This posturing was rather wonderfully undercut though by (always a favourite)- Brendan with child (not as in pregnant obvs). It’s always nice when it’s Leah, since I like Leah, but Brendan cooing over baby Kathleen Angel with toast in mouth was still fantastic. (Bonus points for the always wonderful insight into Brendan’s knowledge of children’s popular culture. It’s not ‘love a bit of Roald Dahl me’, or my other personal fave ‘distract Ste by showing knowledge of his children’s love for Rastamouse’, but the Nanny McPhee reference was still a good touch).
13. Broel. Broel. I may not have warmed to Joel on his own that much, but, seriously, what was not to love about this? We had copious amounts of eye-fucking, Brendan casually watching cctv videos of Joel on his couch with his shirt open, and the kind of incredible, intense, in-your-face whispering and head cocking and lip staring that make me remember why I love Brendan so much. It was all intensely heterosexual. I think this needs a full quote to accompany:
“There is a lot a kid like you can learn from a man like me. I wanna teach you, I will… teach you.”
Context? What context? (No seriously, I don’t know if this actually had another context).

Honourable (Non-Brendan) mentions:
again then do nothing