i-am-moriartyed:

Andrew Scott winning the 2012 BAFTA for Best Supporting Actor and being interviewed after (@ 2:05).

He gives the report a freaking high five. And calls her “baby” a second time. And delivers such lines as, “With Martin, now our BAFTAs are enemies. Our BAFTAs can face off.“ I HAVE DIED. Andrew Scott, you effing adorable, gracious, and also ADORABLE bastard.

I think it’s a tough category this year. But when I told Martin—because he didn’t know he’d been nominated—I rang him, and I said, “You’ve been nominated in the BAFTA again!” He went, “Is Andrew in the category?” and I went, “Yes!” He went, “Fuck!”

Amanda Abbington at the Baker Street Babes meetup (x)