I just love thinking about the scene where Crowley and Aziraphale hit Anathema from Anathema’s point of view. A bickering gay couple (one who’s wearing sunglasses at night) hits her and her bicycle with a car from the 1920s in the middle of the night. The bicycle and her are perfectly fine. The gay couple offer to drive her home, Bicycle Race by Queen is playing. One second her bike has new gears, the next it doesn’t. They drop her off. One calls the bike a “velocipede.” She was so confused by it all she forgot her super special book, poor thing.
