My current obsessions
Burn Notice – the best American telly on telly by a mile. Witty scripts, great acting and morals you can sign up to. And if that wasn’t enough you get the wonderful Jeffrey Donovan and the delicious Bruce Campbell too. I have blogged at length about the show over at Pauseliveaction…
David Tennant – Imaginary Boyfriend numero uno. If the man has a fault I’ve yet to spot it. Talented, Guardian-reading, handsome and a yummy Scottish accent to boot.
- James Mackenzie – Another handsome boy. More Raven please Auntie…
- Stewart Lee. Funny, intelligent and on my liberal wavelength.
- Bad Science – stimulating the leetle grey cells.
- Rufus Sewell – the handsome devil – all cheekbones, charisma, glorious eyes and curly dark hair – is my current muse. I’m very excited to hear he’s stepping into Aurelio Zen’s shoes for the Beeb. I’d pay my licence fee for him alone!
- Christopher Brookmyre – inspiring my creative streak.
- Glee – Mondays may yet become my favourite day of the week. Current tracks on repeat: Gold Digger and (to my shame) Ice, Ice Baby… Don’t think I’m ever going to be able to hear Single Ladies again without seeing the football team dancing in full pads to it.
- Pet Shop Boys – Yes, yes, Yes!
- Stephen Fry – what is not to love about this man – especially when combined with…
- Hugh Laurie – I just want to nestle into his neck (it looks like it smells divine) and listen to him talk for hours. Sigh. And he’s funny and intelligent too. I’d state the obvious – that he’s out of my league – but I don’t think we’re even playing the same sport to be honest. No law against daydreams though…
- NCIS. Funnier, cleverer and sexier than any of the CSI franchises. Plus it has the gorgeous Mark Harmon, geek AND goth chic, and strong, intelligent female characters.
The heartstring-tugging, tear-jerking finale was excellent in many ways, but I was completely blown away by Philip Glenister’s performance. The range of emotions – from total vulnerability to full-on Armed Bastard – was perfectly pitched.
I’ve said it elsewhere and I’ll say it again now – if the man doesn’t get a Bafta, I’ll be going round to the judges’ houses and stamping on all their toys.
Suffice to say I’m still harbouring fantasies of being rescued from various types of badness by the Gene Genie – and will be for quite some time to come.