I’d waited a while to see Drive, for two things in particular – the obvious goes without saying, the second was the soundtrack. Both were pretty epic but there was more gore than I could handle and as far as I could tell through the weave of my jumper there was not nearly enough of Gosling sans clothing to soothe my nervous disposition.
But when one hand takes, another gives, and the fates have provided a new way to indulge my penchant for the Gos-man. A genuine man-icure.
One step closer to getting my fingertips on some Ryan. Watch out Eva.