Dear Michael McIntyre,
You were already unbelievably brilliant, with your floppy hair, penchant for wearing pink shirts, campness, hilarious comedy and high voice and general cuteness.
But then you had to go on Jonathan Ross with your purple shirt and cheeky smile and adorable stories about you and your family, and MAKE ME SMITTEN.
This is very inconvenient.
He said he was doing the big venues in his next tour. I saw him in April last year, and our town is decidedly not a big venue. If he doesn't come here again, I think I might cry.
(I do still like boasting that I was into him before he was that famous. And before his hair went floppy.)
"When someone says to you, I'll love you forever, I'll admit that one of the first thoughts is, CAKE! 'I love you, darling,' 'Thank you. Let's hit the fridge!'"
I'll watch Dev Patel tomorrow. I need some sleep. I'm guessing
cheerfulcorsair is waiting impatiently for Morrissey to make his move...