I'm introducing a new weekly, um, thingie. Remember how I used to have Hubba Hubba Tuesday (or whatever it was called)? Well now it's going to be Guilty Crush Tuesday (and, yes, I know today's Wednesday, but I was out all day yesterday and I can't think of anything else to blog about today except that George Clooney's been spotten in Hoylake on the Wirral which is where I'm from (the Wirral, not Hoylake) and even though he's there for the golf, which makes me fancy him a little bit less, the thought that he's there at all, walking streets I've walked, or at least driven down, many times is so depressing that I can't even bear to think about it and am certainly unable to blog about it). So let's hear it for the men you shouldn't fancy but do anyway.
And I'm starting with a doozy.
Now I don't know much about his politics (or about politics at all), but I always heard good things about him (except someone once mentioned something about him bombing somewhere he shouldn't have) and he looks pretty good in comparison to the current Prez. Plus I saw him giving some speech or other and he was so passionate and articulate and doesn't that make a nice change?
And I know the whole Lewinski thing was pretty distasteful and the lying wasn't particularly attractive, but it also gives him that loveable rogue type of thing which I know is not feminist of me but I can't help it. When I saw him on that body language show at a funeral and laughing until he noticed the cameras then wiping away an imaginary tear, it only made me like him more. Oh, Bill, you are a one!
I know it's wrong, but there it is. Now. Let the shouting commence! Oh and if you like, you can nominate future guilty crushes for our perusal. Just leave a comment stating who and why.