I can't help it. When I hear James Blunt's voice, I immediately feel a lump developing in my throat, and if you don't change this radio station right now, mister, I will start to weep silently. So what are you trying to do to me, Sesame Street? This is just not right.
By the way, if you want to know what my husband looks like on the dance floor, keep an eye out for the guy in the striped yellow shirt at about 1:35. I'm not joking.