Debbie Mcgee


Always made my adolescent young mind buzz.

Still would.



Probably.

(freaks me out a little bit though that she might have slept with my childhood hero, Paul Daniels).
(British Steel was participating in awesomeness on, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 1:01, 4 replies)

The Witch King of Angmar...
the non-corporeal disembodied ring-sized-chip-on-shouldered one did it for me when I first watched LOTR. Who needs blondie elves and bearded fighty people? He had *presence* .... and a fatal flaw, what more do you want?
(treaclebriggs, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 0:55, 2 replies)

Jenny Agutter
in Walkabout.

Wankabout more like.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 0:46, 7 replies)

Okay
Inspired by Meekman's brilliant post, my rebuttal as to why staring at the rose is better than grasping the thorns.

Unfortunately I'm two years out of teenage-hood, but let's not quibble. Let's be kind. Anyhow I had a crush*. Not a soul-destroyingly epic 'I love you and want to be with you forever so we can frolic naked in meadows and say I heart you with flowers,' just a normal run of the mill standard crush on someone probably three pegs above me on the attractiveness scale. Blond, tall, gorgeous, likes history, we'll call him Rob to protect his identity poor lad.

Now all conventional literature, all Brontes, girlmags, and everything else tells us to grasp the nettle. Be a (wo)man, risk rejection, risk a friendship for that one fleeting chance.

And I did. It didn't go well. It went horribly wrong. I could end there.

But to be fair maybe I went about this the wrong way. Well I was in a dress and very high heels to start with, never good when you're consuming vast quantites of alcohol. Two that alcohol was not a good idea. When you're down 17 shots, your judgement *may*- I stress *may* be impaired. Three tell someone you like them, don't swoop in for the kiss. They may not want to kiss the drunk.

Four- and this is the crucial one. Don't do all these things when they're sober.

In retrospect Meekman is probably right. It may be my own individual circumstances.

*Sadly I still have this crush. But no hope. Not anymore.
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 0:18, 8 replies)

Forbidden love in Kanto.
I had little a thing for Misty in my younger years, could never work out what she was into the arrogant little Ash twat.
(chrisdood Why yes, I am the shizzle, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 0:11, Reply)

I made a terrible mistake.


It turns out she's German.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 0:10, 7 replies)

Smoooooth Operator...
How do you...

What do you do when...

Erm....

you want to talk to a girl... You know, pay her a compliment, make her feel special. What the fuck do you say? This is the sort of shit that raced through my mind, aged twelve, at the school disco when I caught sight of Amy Bell (Ding Dong to her mates), as she bopped merrily away to New Kids on the Block, her twelve year old bosom heaving against the finest wrinkly acetate of her red C & A dress like two eager puppies competing for attention.

I approached, dry mouthed, Amy was fucking lovely. She was perfect. A fucking angel. She even used her knife AND fork when she was shoveling down her school dinners. We're talking posh. Really fucking posh. She probably had a butler in her semi on the outskirts of Duston, Northampton.

Amy stopped bopping, she stared at me with her quirky lopsided smile. THINK OF A FUCKING COMPLIMENT YOU PRICK!!! My brain ached. I felt sick. Too much Tizer, way too many sausage rolls and bits of cheddar on cocktail sticks. Then it struck me, ok, here goes -

and I said it. And even before the words had left my mouth Amy had punched me in the tit and fucked off in a major league hissy fit of a girly huff.

That's when I learned that, whatever you do, whatever you say, never ever ever start a conversation with a girl you fancy with:

“Just want to let you know that when I wank I'm almost always thinking about you....” a sexy pause, maybe raise the eyebrow a little a la Roger Moore, then finish with, “and you're always naked.”

Well, not unless you want to get a punch in the tit for your troubles...
( SpankyHanky, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 23:52, 5 replies)

Sigh
Peter Andre in his Mysterious Girl days. I know... I know. I like to think it was more out of peer pressure than actually liking him.
(Aruu does not put all her trust in root vegetables., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 23:30, Reply)

Still being in my teenagehood, I will tell you of my first few crushes, at the age of about 10
Andy Marr.
John Snow.

What? Knowledge is sexy.
Then I moved onto Matthew Bellamy. If you don't know what he looks like, it's distinctly rodenty. But yeah, long fingers. Mmm.

At the moment, I've got a longterm crush on a boy with a fabulous name. What's made things a bit more alarming is for his friend's birthday, he was dressed as a crackwhore. And was alarmingly hot about it, too.
I might put up a picture, but that's slightly weird.

He's got gorgeous legs. Even better than mine for gawd's sake! (not that that'd be hard)

Length? They seemed to go on forever...
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 23:22, 4 replies)

Annabel Croft
I hate tennis, which is a good thing, as my first knowledge of her existing was in that game show with a helicopter & funny backpacks (I forget the name), where she'd scream in a posh voice for 45 minutes.
(rhyswynne - on every social network mullarkey known to man, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:35, 5 replies)

I'm trying to remember my teens, it's been a while...:
Roxy Petrucci from Vixen. And the rest of Vixen, come to think of it.
Judge Anderson - I had the topless poster of her up on my wall until it got terminally dogeared.
Cybill Shepherd (I had a shrine to her on my bedroom wall too)
Peri from Doctor Who. Got into a bikini inside ten minutes of her first appearance. Excellent.
Nancy Sullivan aka "Woman" aka "Fallen Angel".Ringside eye-candy in the mid to late 80s. Later married Chris Benoit. Yeah, that ended well.
And an obscure one. There was a cartoon strip ran in the Star circa 1986ish with a female lead who fell out of her clothes on a regular basis. Think Lynne from George and Lynne but younger, darkhaired and with nicer tits. Wish I could remember what it was bloody called.
(Big D, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:33, 8 replies)

Cartoon one.
Jack from the nightmare before christmas, just the bit at the end when he walks towards sally. I'd let him scare my pants off! And whilst i'm on the weird page, Tim Burton. Anyone with an imagination like his has to be good in bed, plus i'd love to run my hands through that hair.
(MissUnexpectedNuttering Mad to live, Mad to talk, and burn, burn, burn...., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:21, Reply)

I've only ever had teenage crushes
because I am still in my (late) teens.

I have a crush on Greg Sanders from CSI. In fact, the only reason I went out with my current boyfriend is because his name is Greg and he looks a little bit like Sanders, don't tell him though :)
(MissUnexpectedNuttering Mad to live, Mad to talk, and burn, burn, burn...., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:15, Reply)

My Thundercat Ho...
Cheetara. This image of busty feline womanhood managed to stir up some very confusing feelings for a young MattInAHat.

"But she's a girl." Ran the internal monolougue in my 7 year old head
"And girls are rubbish cos they like dancing and dolls and shit like that, not football and climbing trees and mud and guns and cool stuff"

But still I waited, waited for her to appear on screen. And each time she appeared the funny feelings in the bottom of my belly would come back stronger than before...

Of course by the time I realised what was going on I had grown out of Thundercats and had moved on to tugging myself raw over the lingerie section my mother's Grattan catalogue...
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:12, 3 replies)

The Yes car credit bird
you know the bird the one with the green dungrees. Plus you always would know you would be good for a lift!! As she was bound to have a car, although prob in debt as she had to get credit to buy it. Which means she would struggle to pay for anything which means prob an expensive date...................... yeah still would.
(wobbler, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:00, Reply)

The lovely, smiling frontage
of Emma Jones from 'The Pyjama Party' set my heart ablaze as a sallow and lonesome teen; I had nothing better to do of a late night than watch ITV and it was there, not so many years ago, that I was set all agog by the warm and charming sundries of a presenter who was neither Claudia Winkleman or Katie Puckrick.

Most of you probably won't know or remember her; she has a depressingly low presence on the tube of you, but I found her here - she's to the right, as you watch, of the ever splendid Tori Amos, saying nothing, so as not to spoil the illusion:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwUzZWNDZ48

She soiled many a pristine and innocent dream many years ago, so she did. However, she's not the reason I bashed one out in the reading room of Huddersfield public library, but that's for another QOTW, to be sure.
(nd1001 slamdunked my funk, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 21:57, 1 reply)

sweet dancing grandma, i thought i'd buried this memory!
the weirdest crush i had as a teenager was......



......matthew kelly.

i don't know why, he's hardly attractive, is he? it makes no sense whatsoever, but i wanted him and his beard very, very badly.


kill me now.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 21:36, 6 replies)

Rule Britannia!
This happened this year, the day before my birthday... Ok, I was turning 27, so not exactly a teenager, but it was (and still is) definitely a crush.

I was sitting in my parents house with my soon-to-be-husband and my mother, talking about cycling, whisky, and whatever other shit passed through our minds. The Last Night of the Proms was on the TV in the background - we weren't paying much attention to it at that point, but we were looking forward to seeing his almightyness David Attenborough playing the vacuum-cleaner. The concert drew to an end, it was nearly time for the climax of "Rule Britannia".

And then it happened. Sarah Connolly, a contralto more famous for her exemplary performances in baroque and early classical opera, strode onto the stage. In full, male, naval uniform. Crisp white breeches, shiny black leather shoes, a close-cut jacket that Beau Brummel would have wept tears of joy at, and a tricorn perched atop her head. She's not a beautiful woman, but by god she's a handsome one. She stalked out onto the stage, glaring all the while, and languidly cast her eyes over the audience and orchestra. It was at that point that I felt a thrill run through my body. That evening, clad in her close-fitting man's uniform, she was a goddess.

My fiance didn't share my feelings, but then I'm fairly relieved he didn't get turned on by a fairly masculine-looking woman dressed as a man. However, I've discussed this with several friends of mine (all musicians, as I am) and they all agreed: she was HOT.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 21:15, 4 replies)

Mark from Take That
The sad thing is...

I STILL WOULD!

Repeatedly.
(trippeh, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 21:12, 1 reply)

Does it count if...
...he's a computer character?

I "disremembered" earlier when I told you all I had only two crushes when I was a teen. The memories are coming back of the best game ever made in the entire world. It was on the n64, it was epic, it was The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

Yes, I had major love for Link. The Hero of Time. The wearer of white tights and short "dresses".

For those of you that haven't experienced the wonder of this game (shame on you), you start off as a little kid, doing all this saving the world crap. You can rest slightly easier as I didn't and don't have an attraction to little boys. However! At a certain point in the game, he gets himself sealed away for seven years, and emerges from his time cocoon as the sexiest fucking set of pixels ever.

I was a puddle on the floor right then and spent the rest of the game in a haze of happiness and bitching about the other females ingame that so obviously had the bone for him.

I had daydreams about him saving me, I drew pictures, I know all the Ocarina songs off by heart. I'd feel embarrassed telling you all about this but everyone knows already. The squeal as I first saw him in The Twilight Princess could only be heard by cats and aliens.

Yep, The Twilight Princess. For the Wii that only came out a couple of years ago. I still fancy his pixel ass now and if I ever saw someone in a convincing outfit I think I may be put away for Cosplay rape.

Ps: Windwaker and Majora's Mask are shit. He doesn't grow up in them. Don't bother. :)
(becky_bubbles, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 21:09, 8 replies)

Karen Allen
Its all the fault of Indiana Jones...or that sod Speilberg...

(tittybumwhizz funced by lung butter, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:53, 2 replies)

Like many others....
.... I had the slow dawning in my teenage years of being far more interested in my brothers magazines (as well as my own) than my other female friends seemed to. My main crushes that spring to mind are

Sean Bean (of Sharpe fame) - that one is pretty standard.
Robin Tunney (great seeing her in the House pilot)
More recently Katy Perry who just seems like so much fun
And finally........ Alan Rickman

Alan bloody Rickman has tormented me. I'm not sure if it's the villan thing or the baritone drawl but since seeing die hard I can only say 'I would' and still would........might have to go watch Robin Hood now
(Gherkinlasagna is probably doing something stupid on, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:52, 12 replies)

Sarah.
I fancied this girl something rotten for three years at school. There was something about her. Couldn't explain it. I really liked her.

Eventually my mates found out. Then her mates found out. Then she found out. Then the whole school found out. It became a bit of a running joke, she wasn't interested, and her mates proper teased me about it, but I don't really have much shame.

This kept up for years (most cringe-worthy was when I trying to flirt with her on a DofE expedition, which only brought on more humiliation) with no success.

Then in year 10, everyone started going to this cheesy under 21s nightclub called Deep. Spent the evening hanging out with her and her mates. She warned me not to try anything on (to which I replied "nah I'm over all that, just happy being friends" lying through my teeth). It was cool, she taught me how not to dance like an idiot, and it was great. Then at the end of the night the slow songs came on, I asked her to dance, and I received the snog I'd been waiting three years for. It was AMAZING. Her lips were huge and soft, just the right amount of tongue, still one of the best kisses I've ever had.

The epilogue was we went on a couple of dates but we agreed it wasn't working, mainly cause we were both weirded out cause she was taller than me. Oh well.
(photoben, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:42, Reply)

dodo dodo dodododo, boo
Catherine Clarke. One of the lexicographers in the early years of Countdown. My mum would watch daily. My viewing would depend on who was the "guardian of the dictionaries". If it was the lovely Catherine then I probably could finish in 30 seconds. The only pic I have found on a Countdown fan site was awful.
(jvz, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:34, Reply)

I must be showing my age
When I was a teenager i had several crushes mostly movies but tv as well

Joan Sims stunning when she was younger
Dilys Laye Carry On actress
Fenella Fielding bloody gorgeous, met her when she was in her late 50s did not dissapoint lovely lady
Valerie Singleton Blue Peter

Nicola Bryant Dr Who in my 20s def nob fodder
Jacqueline Pearce Blakes 7 in my 20s again wet dream material

Not forgetting Lady Penelope
(raith50, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:32, Reply)

Sean Bean
Well, why not?! I think the starting point for this was my Mum's video of Lady Chatterley - I think I actually wore a patch in the tape at the point where he's frolicking through the woods *sigh*.

It hasn't gone away either,* ... in fact a nice, deep Sheffield accent's enough to set me off. Excuse me, going to have to go and dig out my Sharpe boxset now.

_{* ooh, apart from in films where he tries to do an American accent. No. No. No!}
(Penguins_Made_Me_Do_It is a dolt ... and she don't care, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:31, 1 reply)

Louise Nurding
She'll do for me ta.
I'm tempted to buy some land and invite her round for 'Farmer Wants a Wife. Boy will she get a surprise.

I built a shrine to her at school...
( A Rory Borealis here under duress, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:28, 3 replies)