Tights - My reaction tends towards the wide-eyed, speechless swoon rather than the dribble, so I may have managed to hide the worst excesses from DH. Besides which, he liked the book as much as I did (maybe he harbours a secret Margaret Hale obsession admiration?)
As for upcoming swoonfests, there is said to be a production of The Rover, in which (one last name drop) I saw Jeremy Irons very many years ago when memories of the swoonfest that was Brideshead Revisited were still warm. I am hoping assuming that The Rover would be on in London and might involve some floppy white shirt action.
I have just failed to persuade DH to make me to Dublin to see Mr Rickman in John Gabriel Borkman. I would call him a meanie, except that he bought me my almost worn out cherished dvd of N&S.