I can’t help it. I have to share this with you all.
Pirates of the Caribbean Fandom
Johnny Depp rules. Don’t really think I want a Jack Sparrow doll though.
Update: Damn, I just missed Talk Like a Pirate Day.
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4 comments on “Pirates of the Caribbean Fandom”
It’s my duty to inform you that this pirate fetish and taste for orange suede boots actually qualifies you as a closet new romantic. You should try obtaining a grant for researching the history of Dandy Highwaymen.
Who said there was anything closet about it? (It’s just the orange bit that’s unusual for me.) Besides, I was 13 in 1980. I’m allowed to be nostalgic.
Oh Prince Charming, Prince Charming,
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of…
I must recommend you watch Once Upon A Time in Mexico - solely for its huge dollop of cool Deppness.
Will try to remember that one when life gets back to normal (whatever that might be). But I’m rubbish in the video store. I always know what I’d like to watch when I’m at home, but all those shelves, all those cases, induce some kind of amnesiac panic. Or I know exactly what I want… and it’s not there. Bah.