Sam Eades – Senior Publicity Manager
Craig David… It lasted throughout my teens as well. The crush died a quiet death when I met him in person ten years later (and he was still wearing the beanie hat).
Vicky Palmer – Head of Digital Marketing
My inappropriate crush took hold when I was 14. In Gap. The very high street shop where I spent my teenage years buying Gap-logo-emblazoned hoodies and denim jackets (they were cool at the time, honestly). He was a Calvin Klein model lookalike (in reality he probably looked like a dodgy Take That tribute band member) and it was crush at first sight. I admired him at every opportunity, reluctant friends in tow. The height of it? Spending my entire month’s allowance on a teddy bear I had no need or money for, just so that he could serve me. The very lowest point? Having to fess up to my mother and being dragged back in to get a refund – from said crush. If they’d had hashtags in those days it would definitely have merited an #awkward.
Brid Enright – Key Account Manager
My inappropriate crush started on a rainy day in September. Week 1 in University, I innocently attended my first ever lecture – Introduction to Literature- and there he was – the man I would have a crush on for the next 4 years. A distinctly average, nerdy looking English professor who very much looked the part. I was the smitten! In 4 years I never missed one lecture given by M Griffin and if he was teaching any of the accompanying tutorials I always swapped into his classes. I bumped into him in a nightclub about a year after I finished University and got my photo taken with him… this embarrassing moment was enough to make me realise that my crush firmly belonged in my university years!
Caitlin Raynor – Head of Publicity
I don't exactly fancy him but I do think he is totally awesome and a brilliant actor and I have totally stalked him (see photo)!
He is Krister Henriksson, he is 67! and is the Swedish actor who played Kurt Wallander in the Swedish version of the detective series before the BBC remade it with Kenneth Branagh in the role.
The picture was taken at the Crime Thriller Awards in 2010 and while Sam [Eades] was getting her picture taken with Benedict Cumberbatch I went over and did that classic thing of saying ' I really love you, you are brilliant' and more or less gave him a hug!
Darcy Nicholson – Editorial Assistant
Two words: Kevin McCloud. The sexiest man in property philosophy. I am drawn to his mystical powers – his ability to predict someone will hugely exceed their budget, his eulogizing on window shape and even his boundless awe at under-floor heating. I once found out that he is a guest lecturer at Nottingham University and tried to go to hear him speak. Fortunately for him, that plan failed. Then I spied him across the room at an event; his voice was a dream but his physical presence was sadly lacking without the camera panning from him to a wide shot of house-filled landscape while the Grand Designs theme tune tinkles in the background.
Abigail Mitchell – International Sales Manager
I have to confess to being slightly drawn to Bill Nighy, it’s the twinkle in his eye! And he makes me laugh.
Bekki Guyatt – Junior Designer and Artworker
My flatmate at uni had a crush on Dr Christian from Embarrassing Bodies. The combination of her talking about how fit she thought he was, coupled with the horrific illnesses and injuries on that show made it pretty horrendous viewing.
Laura Ricchetti – Sales Administrative Assistant.
While the majority of the population were cheering for Leona Lewis in the final of X Factor 2006 I only had eyes for her competitor – Ray Quinn. I fell head over heels for his smooth voice and slick looks, and defended my crush in the face of a torrent of adversity from all of my friends (‘Err, that chubby one who sings like my dad?!’). He is the only person I have ever voted for in a reality TV programme. Cue heartbreak when I recently saw a spread in OK! magazine of his wedding!
Emily Kitchin – Editorial Assistant and full time Mick Jagger enthusiast.
Mick Jagger. A man millions have obsessed over. I seem to have joined the party forty years later than most of his fans. But it’s never too late to develop a raging crush on a craggy, charismatic rocker, particularly when he’s in such good nick, and with such seemingly boundless energy. Back in the day, it was pretty standard to be a little bit in love with the bad boy frontman of rock. And yet, when I look at old footage of the Stones over the years, it’s actually Keith that I’m drawn to – seriously bad teeth aside, he was the very epitome of rock-star cool (and, dare I say, heroin-chic?!). There’s something a little obscene about younger Mick’s fleshy, sensuous pout and pseudo-mockney accent, not to mention his slender-to-the-point-of-androgynous frame. So why this recent obsession? Which deep, dark part of my soul is it that finds the older, wrinklier version of Mick so much more attractive than the 60s/70s version? Perhaps it’s the fact that his voice and his dance moves are as energetic and outrageous as they ever were. Maybe it’s because the rest of the band, in comparison to Mick, look decidedly, er… ropey. Perhaps it’s the life experience etched onto his face. And here, Bono agrees with me – he recently said of Mick’s face, ‘The wrinkles that run through it have made it even more beautiful. Why? Because he wears those wrinkles well. I love his wrinkles.’ Hear hear. And lastly, watching him three Saturdays on the trot last summer (Glastonbury followed by Hyde Park twice), and then obsessively rewatching the footage, has ingrained Mick’s every vocal nuance and facial expression deep into my mind. Either way, every time he gyrates his narrow hips, it’s like a zipwire of electricity straight to my soul. Mick, I’ll sign off by saying: I love you. If you weren’t too old, I’d have (more of) your children.