Thursday, 3 October 2013

He's my wibble man

It occurs to me that my Josh Groban effusions are becoming few and far between, so I thought to reassure you that this is not a reflection of my real-world conversation.

In fact, just today I endowed him with a new title:

Josh Groban is my wibble man.

That is, when someone mentions him, for a brief moment I go all weak at the knees and emit a peculiar noise that is a cross between the call of an eider duck1 and the 27th - 29th second of the staccato hammering sounds of a walrus under water2.

If it's any consolation, I can't imagine why he hasn't swooped into my life and swept me off my feet either.


1 It is pure coincidence that this was played several times on the radio on my way home tonight.
2 Can you believe the stuff you can find on the internet?

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