So we need to talk about Merlin

I was going to talk all about how I went out over the weekend and how bloody awesome my friend Andy from work is and how Donna had a wicked birthday and how rough I felt on Sunday.

But the important thing is that I nearly didn't go out at all because it meant missing Merlin. I've got some sort of major problem with Merlin and I think he might actually have replaced Stephen Fry in my affections.

And then somone who's aware of my equally major problem with boy-kissing ('problem' in the sense that I am banned from watching any TV or movie scene - no matter how innocent -which involves two men, due to my constantly muttering "kiss him" to both characters in a threatening, hopeful manner), sent me a link to this video.

And now I'm ruined forever.