Remember how whiny and sniveling the boring, enormo-foreheaded Dawson was? And how funny, cool, pithy and sexy Pacey was? Yeah. That’s still stands. No-one likes the existential angsty friend dragging down their vibe when they’re just trying to cop off with their teacher and doss about on boats and shit. Anyhoo, Pacey has grown into a man, a very tall man. A man whose charisma is still just as dazzling, if not more so. A man whose slightly chubby/cherubic face is now gently careworn and creased around the eyes. A man who can grow a BEARD. He’s sadly taken, dear readers, by a beautiful and stylish actress. But they seem to have a lovely relationship, so don’t begrudge him his happiness. Just, you know, Google her whereabouts and buy some poison . . . or whatever.
(VIV-BEZZA – for you, with love xx)