That was amazing. I forgive you for your sex scandal and also for being Daniel Cleaver. I’m really glad they made an entire movie out of your dance in Love, Actually. Really glad. What’s going to happen when you die and there is no silly British dancing man to infinitely amuse me anymore? I will be so, so, sad, that’s what will happen. Hopefully you are robust enough to survive to upcoming flu pandemic.
Yours,
Alexandra
PS: Your full name is Hugh John Mungo Grant. I just wanted to remind you of that, and tell everybody else.
so it’s good? I can get the horrible erasing-porn-actors’-parts-from-film version of Love Actually I saw on tv a while back out of my head now.
I got to sit through a couple hours’ worth of flu pandemic talk and planning today. I left feeling more hopeless about this situation.
We’re all going to die.
So in honour of that I need to start thinking of things that I want to do before we hit phase 6 (that’s the scary fuck phase for those of you who don’t know pandemic talk) and I die.
We always have to be on the verge of a pandemic otherwise the public health/public safety industrial complex would collapse, resulting in mass economic upheaval and social distress.
I can’t believe Hugh Grant sang all those songs himself! Isn’t that crazy? he can sing and shake his bum too!