In which I go gaga over a pasty English bloke.
It’s my sister’s fault.
One day she was making fun of my fear of everything and talked about the movie Shaun of the Dead. After she and my BIL talked about the movie, I borrowed it from work and after making sure The Bee was down for the night I popped it in the player and was thoroughly amused. Later down the line while watching TV with my grandmother her reaction to the trailer for Hot Fuzz was so amusing that I added that to my to see list and despite his character being a pain the ass cop, I was hooked.Yup. I’ve got a thing for Simon Pegg and I don’t care who knows. I’ve had celebrity crushes, real-life crushes and some things that will remain to lurk in the dark corners of my mind but they have always come and gone either due to sheer humiliation (Fagg women can be ruthless when it comes to discussing a crush), cause I just got over it or just because I was bored. But this thing. This…sigh.
Today, after The Dad came and picked up The Bee today I decided to take a break from the viewing of the normal crap that I watch and indulge in a total Pegg Out. All Simon, all afternoon. Spaced, Hot Fuzz, Shaun of the Dead, Run Fat Boy Run.
Signing off so that I can continue my Peggout.
-r
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