"du är så sensitive!!"

Jag är en sucker för tårdrypande filmer, gärna småromatiska dramakomedier med Hugh Grant. Asså jag skojar inte. Notting Hill, Love Actually och min personliga favorit Fyra bröllop och en begravning är alla underbara filmer okej!! Alla bah "näe asså sån skit", men sen innerst inne är dom helt "buhuhuhuhu".
När John Hannah läser Funeral Blues av W.H Auden går man typ sönder inombords.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum B
ring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.