In which I go gaga over a pasty English bloke.
It’s my sister’s fault.

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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