‘The sand storm was kicking up so hard, and I just remember laying there, buried waist deep in all this gear, I remember I was inside the helmet, and I just had this great moment of gratitude. What a privilege it was to be able to be there playing this guy, with the calibre of people I was working with. I just say ‘Wow man, what a cool deal. What a cool suit, what a great crew, what a blast. Tony Stark.’ – Robert Downey Jr – Iron Man Behind the Scenes
“It’s important to be grateful for what you’ve been given, Chris.”
“I think so too! It really cultivates an upbeat spirit. I think it makes you a better person.”
“Also if you complain, the Disney snipers get you.”
I know we don’t get happily ever afters in real life. I’m a hopeless romantic, not a total fucking idiot. As my friend, Russell, said to me once, “Even with the happiest couples, one of you dies first.” But first there is such unalloyed joy.
We went to the supermarket yesterday and we were wandering around and,
at one point, he took my hand, because that’s the kind of thing he does. And instantly, I got flustered. Residual anxiety. Remembrance of past battery. Enduring scars. Even though I know I’m hardly likely to get my head kicked in by the salad bar, PDAs can still make me nervous. And then he said, gentle as anything, and I’m not going to do the accent…
“If there’s a gay kid in here with his folks, frightened that he’s a freak, don’t you think that it might give him hope, seeing two guys wandering around, being themselves, getting their groceries, like everyone else?” If happiness is a place… it’s the biscuit aisle in Sainsbury’s. And anywhere else I am with him.
knitting in the dark 