people you fancy but shouldn't (part 44).

Ever since I first saw her wandering around Wolverhampton in the mid eighties looking like some Pre-Raphaelite goddess made flesh, thru' to her wittily sexy columns for The Times via Naked City (I even put up with the smug and supercilious Johnny Vaughn for a glimpse of her artful form, that's how dedicated I am).

Ladies and Gentlemen I give you feminist perfection personified.

Ms. Caitlin Moran.

Meow.

 

Now if only I'd been brave enough to buy her that drink in Birmingham all those years ago....