He’s a perfect composition of my favourite things:
- dry wit
- an Irish accent
- great sense of humour
- ironic view of the world
- AND DIMPLES! With an Irish accent. An IRISH ACCENT. That’s like the auditory version of being covered in chocolate.
It would be even more perfect if he didn’t have a wife.
And if we could meet one day.
He’s my dreamboat.
My journalism friends and I discovered him in the British TV series Black Books, which is, quite possibly, one of the funniest things I’ve ever watched.
We’re not sure why we find him attractive. I mean, look at him:
He’s antisocial. He drinks far too much wine. He smokes like … someone that smokes a lot. I don’t know when last, if EVER, he washed his hair. My brothers assure me he’s no looker and tell me I should get a celebrity crush on someone else.
Nonetheless, Dylan Moran has nestled into my heart. He’s a dreamboat despite, or maybe because of all those things.
“And yes, I am aware, that it is traditionally bad form to respond to any kind of criticism or rejection. But in this, as with all else, I am an innovator. Therefore I may freely address you as pissmidget.” ~ Dylan Moran
His mind is just so damn sexy.
Dylan Moran, I love you.