Sorry, 007–The only Brit I have eyes for is John Oliver. I prefer my Brits sexy WITH a sense of humor.

My crush on John began way back in 2006. A mere two months after I skipped school (shhhh!) to go to a The Daily Show taping senior year (which if you ask me was better than prom only days earlier), he joined the top-notch team. I watched all throughout college and was heartbroken when John and some other TDS people scheduled to come to UNC (as part of the Carolina Comedy Festival) got stuck in a New York City snowstorm.

As an Anglophile, I’ve always had a thing for his particular British accent and his ability to switch to a Cockney or slightly different one. (It also doesn’t help that all the boys I crushed on in high school looked like some combination of John Oliver and TDS‘ Demetri Martin: Tall, dark, and whip smart with a hint of geek.)

Last summer, I was nervous when he took over for Jon, but soon I saw I had no reason to be. He called out politicians and the media with just as much indignation and sarcasm, and he made it through his bits with a charming amount of levity.

Just when I thought I couldn’t get my fix of the affable Brit, I discovered the absolutely absurd podcast, The Bugle. John and cricket-obsessed pal Andy Zaltzman fill the news gaps where The Daily Show leaves off and put together a weekly podcast with delightfully punchy (pardon the language) fuckeulogies, Andy’s groan-worthy pun runs and faux interviews with characters like race horses he (of course) voices himself, and an uncanny amount of the most implausible yet true news about dictators, Napoleon’s nether regions, and Berlusconi.

OK, Fan girl swooning over. I’m pumped for his new show and must find a way to watch. If you’ve got HBO, call me.