Cue the pulse to begin.

You know you're going a bit delusional when every person with a British accent automatically is an honest and decent person in your opinion. I really wouldn't be bothered if someone stabbed me, chopped off my arms and legs, fed me to a lion and then burned the remains of my body as long as the guy was British.



(This whole thing started, for some reason, when I decided that I'd watch Queer as Folk for the first time in ages and realized that even if Gardner is an ass after the Stockwell incident I like him just because of his accent.)