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If I look pale, it's because John Barrowman is giving me a proper one-armed hug. No polite pretending-to-touch-for-the-sake-of-appearences here - he properly hugs people close. The shock of actually seeing him hadn't worn off yet; actually getting cuddled reduced me to dazed mumbles of "But he smells so nice!" for the next hour.

Ah. I love Cardiff. :) Did occur to me to walk down again tonight because it's the first evening it hasn't rained since and they might be picking up some shots but eh. That would involve being less lazy and that would take effort. I lack effort right now. Even for John Barrowman.

Andy, what the hell are you doing? I went for a nap secure in the knowledge that you were playing brilliantly and then you do this? Do not ruin my glow of fuzzy-Barrowman-happiness Andy. I mean it.

I still have so many comments to leave. Oh dear. Being in Cardiff is awesome but it's killing any of my usefulness that still remains after three years of uni. Soon. Though I am spending tomorrow shopping, so maybe not until after that. Because Cardiff. Shopping. Yeah.

This icon is the most relevant thing I can find for John Barrowman. ;) (Conversation with my mother on the phone last night - Me: "He smelled so nice!" Her: "Oh yes, he's the one who bats for the other side isn't he?" Me: "...I fail to see your leap of logic but yes.") I really should fix my lack of Captain Jack when I get home.