No young man, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold. Like everyone, he must live and learn. And so it will be for the young warlock arriving at the gates of Camelot. A boy that will, in time, father the legend. His name: Merlin.
You’re on the tube sometimes and you see a lady who’s got a hat and gloves. And then you see the girl that’s sitting next to her and she’s wearing, y’know, torn jeans and uggs, and the girl is me and I’m looking at her going “a bit of glamour would be lovely.”