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The Sweetie and I have been together since 1997. That's 14 years. And for 14 years, he's been mocking Sean Bean pretty mercilessly. The nicest thing he's called him is "Sean Bean, the actor who dies." Which admittedly, the Bean does pretty often.

But Game of Thrones has turned the Sweetie around on the Bean. As the series has progressed, he's gone from "Sean's pretty good," to "I really like him," to "I'm really looking forward to the new episode every week."

And today, when I emailed him to warn him that Richard Burgi--another actor he's none too fond of--was in the Chuck finale, this is the response I got:

There you have it; the Sweetie loves Sean Bean. I can totally hold this over him for, like ever.

In other signs of the coming apocalypse, I'd stuck in the DVD of Take That's Abbey Road concert whilst I was cooking dinner last night. (I think it's safe to say that the Sweetie hates TT more than he ever did the Bean.) But he stuck his head in the kitchen when they started playing Shine, and we had this exchange:

Sweetie: What is this, Take That Unplugged?
Me: Pretty much, yeah.
Sweetie: ::listens for a second:: This song, it's pretty good, really.
Me: ::smiles smugly::

I think I'm going to use Mark Owen as the Sweetie's entry drug to TT, since the only other song of their he's had a remotely good word for is Kidz.