Love is in the Air

This day, this sunny-no-wait-rainy-no-wait-blowin'-a-gale-all-up-in-here day of a Moontag I am mostly in love with...

VV Brown. Who I went to see last night and I just... I mean, Christ. She's soooo pretty. There's pretty and there's pretty and she. Is. Pretty. I always love slightly nutso girls who wear daft outfits and manage to make them look amazing. Particularly ones who sing catchy pop songs with hand claps. Especially ones who understand the inherent ridiculousness of pop music and how vitally important that silliness is to our fundamental well-being as humans (I am being completely serious on this point. If there's one thing guaranteed to make me passionate it's the topic; 'The Importance of Being Silly')

VV gets it. And has it. And works it like she's broke and the rent is due tomorrow (I don't know what that means).

AND she walked past me (!) (Me and her! Breathing the same air!). AND she was wearing a hat that looked like a giant marshmallow*. Imagine the size of marshmallow that the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man at the end of Ghostbusters would eat. That's how big her hat was. Except, if the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man eats marshmallows isn't that cannibilism? I haven't got time to think about that now (but really, is it? I think it is. But then if he's made entirely of marshmallow wouldn't that just be like re-absorbing himself into himself? Like, if he just pushed it into his skin then it would be a part of him and therefore ok but if he put it in his marshmellow mouth and swallowed marshmallow down his marshmallow gullet that'd be gross right? Would it? I JUST DON'T KNOW ANYMORE).

Anyways I love her. Until she gets too popular and I decide I don't want to be associated with her fan base and then you and I will forget this little conversation ever existed.

Glad that's clear.

I also love Irish cardigan man. Oh my GOD how I love Irish cardigan man.

I've loved him long time but then he has a moustache in the latest advert for FM and my how I swoon:
(side note: FM, as a sitcom, I quite like [disclaimer: I like all sitcoms] except for the band cameos as there is a reason these people are generally musicians and not actors) but then, but THEN he was on Something for the Weekend and I was falling deeper and deeper for his tall, Irish, cardigan wearing charm. Particularly as he seems to have the sarcastic/silly humour balance spot on AND THEN he said this (fast forward to 5.26):



and I'm like, oh my GOD I love Irish cardigan man.
(for those that can't be faffed to load that up he literally just says 'roly poly patty patty'. I can't tell you why I find this quite so endearing but I do and it would appear that phrase is enough to push a crush from lust to love with me).

I also discovered this today. Still love him.

* I literally just learned it's spelled marshmallow, not marshmellow. Ladies and gentlemen, I am 26 years old.