Strange Crushes

I'm not talking obvious totty here. Faye Dunaway, Buffy, Keely Hawes, Jose Mourinho. I'm talking ones you'd be slow to admit to, even to yourself.

The first person I had a crush on? Aged about 10. Princess Anne. See what I'm talking about. In my ragingly hormonal teens it's true I did gravitate naturally to the more obvious charms of the lovely babs from Pans People ("I can't remember her name").

However whilst the world went wild for the admittedly coquettish charms of Felicity Kendall in The Good Life, it was Penelope Keith's mighty hauteur that really got my loins a-tingling. I only remembered this a few years ago when I found myself briefly in thrall to Bree on Desperate Housewives, until Sarah Palin blew her away like a moose on the prairie.

My last crush was of course on the mannequin in Shifnal's dress-shop window, but to be honest I think she's let herself go a bit just lately, and I have a new throb.

Whilst the rest of this sceptered isle seems to be falling for the undeniably sassy Amy Pond from Doctor Who, instead I've fallen wildly in love with Ruth Wilson's psychopathic giggling mass-murderer in Luther. If they don't keep her in the next series, I'm suing.

Who would you admit to having hopelessly inappropriate crushes on...?


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