GR3

The lovely fluffy has pioneered the concept of the Guilt Ridden Three, which was born from la nadine's concept of the Guilt Free Three. I'm not going to go through the whole why's and wherefore's, because with a simple click of your mouse you can go to their blogs and get it from them far more articulately and humourously than I could explain it.

And since I am short on time but feel like I'm cheating some people by not posting (yes you Ems), today I present to you my Guilt Ridden Three. The first one of whom I share with ms cynic. I think she's rather fond of my third choice too.

Anyway, here he is... at his most unattractive, which I actually find a real turn on. The divine Alan Rickman.

I will point out I am well aware that he is:

a) in his 60's;
b) has horrible teeth;
c) has wrinkles you could park a car in; and
d) sneers a lot.

But he has a very sexy voice which is more than enough to make up for those and any other negatives.

I will happily go on the record in saying I. Would. Shag. Him. Anytime.

I would.

Second up, we have another British thespian (well, Irish but he's Northern Irish and moved to England as a kid and doesn't sound Northern Irish).

The lovely Kenneth Branagh.

I've always been a bit of a fan of a bloke who can rattle off Shakespeare at the drop of a hat (potential suitors take note) and I don't care what anyone says, I liked, nay LOVED his version of Hamlet. All four and bit hours of it.

I even fancied him in Much Ado About Nothing, where he was sporting a full beard, and as many a former boyfriend will attest, I am not a fan of facial hair.

The only thing I didn't really find him terribly attractive in, despite the lovely robes, was Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets. You know, when he looked like this:

Not his most attractive look. And they didn't really utilise him enough for my liking. But if you stayed right to the very very end of the credits, there was a lovely little snippet of Gilderoy gone loopy and in a straightjacket.

Yes. I was the only person left in the cinema at that stage. I didn't care. I think its rude not to stay for the credits. A lot of people put a lot of work into film making and for most of them this is their only shot at recognition.

Anyway.

Let's move on to number three. I feel quite wrong choosing this man, I don't know why. There's something so deliciously evil and nasty about him. He's probably ever so nice in real life, but his roles are always so... sleazy.

I present, number three:

James Spader.

I get the heebee geebees just typing his name. I've fancied him ever since I first saw him in Pretty in Pink. I'm addicted to Boston Legal just because he's in it. Secretary rates as of one of my favourite movies of the last decade.

Its wrong. Very, very, horribly, terribly wrong.

But oh so right.

So there you go. Or do you?

Now, I know this was meant to be a list of just three, but I have to add someone who only narrowly missed out. In fact, I had to flip a coin between him and James. He may not be terribly well known to the Aussies, but I'm betting that my Pommy mates will be pissing themselves when they see his face.

He is:

Michael Ball.

The musical theatre darling of the West End. The original Marius in Les Miserables, the original Alex in Aspects of Love, Eurovision Song Contest entrant 1992 (with the tacky yet catchy One Step Out of Time) and possibly the naffest singer to come out of Britain since Sir Cliff Richard.

I've seen him in concert at the Royal Albert Hall (two gay blokes sitting to my left, a nana & grandpop from Essex to my right - we had a wonderful time) and even right here in Sydders at Star City (where else?!).

He's tubby, jowly and possibly gay, but I still fancy him.

So STOP LAUGHING EMS. And you too Kate.

Rude.

Anyway, that's all from me. The boss returns next week (hurrah!) so my life may be a bit more manageable. A bit.

Love to all.

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