It’s been a long time since I had a bloomin’ good old fashioned squee in my blog. Mainly because as soon as I began acting like a recycled teenager I shifted my rock star squee to its own special spot. That was fine until a huge great bolt of squee hit me when I didn’t expect it. Why didn’t I expect it? Well, he’s not a rock star, he doesn’t have huge great floofy hair, and when I first clapped eyes on him, I thought he was an offensive chauvinist pig.
Then I saw him reverse his Cortina down an alley with a bacon butty dangling out of his mouth. I was hit by the second raise of his eyebrows.
Yes, count me among the ranks of women around the world asking…
Gene Hunt… why does he drive me crazy?
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It’ll be the first time for a while our telly has been switched on for anything other than exercise DVDs and Stig Watching. I would celebrate appropriately, but I had ‘oops for me dinner last night.
- The ATV Ident
- Rock legends getting flanned…
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