Recently I posted about going on a bit of a Gaiman kick. (I still haven't made it to see Beowulf, which is disappointing, but life gets in the way.)
Anyway. Clicking around the web (as you do), not writing the bits I should be writing (as you don't), I stumbled across this unusual yet compelling little tale of romance and hero-worship. Warms the cockles, doesn't it.
While I'm here and feeling 'literary', I was in the car on Monday and heard a short story by Michael Morpurgo. I would recommend going and listening to it, but you'll only be able to find it on that link until Monday, so don't wait.