[Let's set the scene; it's early evening, we're sat on blankets at Harewood House working our way through a picnic. I'm on my third glass of wine. The wine is probably the most important factor. The conversation has come round to a particular scene in the film of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire . Given my known obsessions I'm sure you can guess which one]
C: "We need that screen capped - Alan Rickman and David Tennant peering into each others faces!"
V: "We do!"
S: "But if you had to choose - Alan Rickman or David Tennant?"
[There's a pause. This is important stuff after all]
C: "At the moment - David Tennant"
"But they're not mutually exclusive"
[I've said this quite loudly as I've lost my volume control. S and V are laughing hysterically. And yet I don't stop].
"Seriously - I don't think there's a rule that says if you do one you can't do the other".
It's a good job I don't let reality impinge on my life.