...a man worth staying in for on Sunday nights. Especially bedecked in gorgeous tailoring against a Roman backdrop. In my dreams I am that gorgeous sultry beauty who plays his love interest, with her never-ending wardrobe of satin blouses. I nearly threw my slipper at the television when they locked in a passionate embrace...lucky cow. I saw him in the flesh once, years ago in one of those trendy London clubs that media types hang out in. Stood next to him at the bar. Yup. Just as gorgeous in the flesh. I wanted to stroke him, but thought I might get thrown out.