It's Valentine's Day!
A time to remember all the love in the world. Or, in my house, a time to be shackled to the altar in the basement, sacrificing a bull to the great god Babau in the hopes that he will enter your body, filling you with his glorious essence to sleep until such a time as the symbols were aligned and he would burst forth. Flames spewing from his gargantuan maw as he began to sing the final notes that will call forth the unholy rapture to devour the souls of the just and consume the Earth.
But everyone has their own traditions.
We here in the televisual wing of IWG Towers have been feeling somewhat reflective recently. To capitalise on these feelings these brave writer's delved deep into the repressed memories of their formative years and uncovered their first TV crush.
In order to reserve some semblance of privacy (and to protect identities if needs be) the names have been altered.