Dear God, LuvPeckham, what are you offering here??!! Do you not like us very much? No Clooney, no Hugh Laurie (mmmmm), no Byron, no that-cute-bloke-from-CSI, no Hektor... a) DCI Gene Hunt Who? Whaa..? OK, have just Wiki'd him. He looks awfully cross. No. b) Fraiser Assume you mean Frasier? Clearly we are soul mates since I too am a pedant, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to say no. Unless I had insomnia, or else had developed some sort of cleaning mania, and could soothe myself by polishing his pate. c) Fred Fintstone Dim and fat - or is he Fred Flintstone's saucy younger cousin? (sorry, see point on pedantry above). No. And drives a car with his own feet! I mean, it's just not practical. Besides, I'd be a bit scared of Wilma finding out. d) Dr Who (any incarnation but state which) Can only remember Tom Baker and now would probably ruin the date and annoy him by making him do lots of his voiceovers during dinner (ooh ooh, do the Little Britain one! Do the Channel 4 one!) Best to avoid ruining the relationship by not starting it. But quite like the idea of dating a Time Lord. Whooo-hoooo! Don't you think a Time Lord could do lots of fiendishly naughty things with dimensions? Hmmm... Sorry, lost focus there. e) Alan Sugar (slight bending of the rules here) Not if he built me a yacht of diamonds and let me punch him in the snoot every hour on the hour. Ugh. Ugh!!!! UGH!!!!!!! Horrid swaggering bullyboy, and what's WITH his hair? And I bet he has absolutely no conversation. This is an appalling thing to say, but I'd rather date Donald Trump. f) Tucker Jenkins (ahh the old days of Grange Hill but pre deadenders) Who? Sorry, Mum wouldn't let me watch Grange Hill. g) Jesus or one of the other 12 fellas (again state which) Nope, neither Big Daddy nor one of his merry men. I don't want to blaspheme so I'll just say I think I'd be happier with a guy not married to his job. And the disciples weren't very cool: doubting, betraying or just plain misogynistic: yes, St. Paul I am talking about you. h) Jack Bauer Are you kidding?? I'd be blown up by the US government / kidnapped by crazed terrorists / shot by aliens before we'd finished the soup course. I mean, he's sexy and everything but not worth the risk i) inspector Clouseau (there is a minky with a berm) Now we're getting somewhere. Not bad, not bad and definitely worth a giggle. However, going to have to say no, because as soon as we got down to the biz, bloody Cato would pop up and ruin everything. On a slight tangent I also wouldn't date Peter Sellers, poor depressed man. j) Superman No, too clean cut and smug and probably therefore rubbish at the horizontal tango. Would almost certainly fold his arms and lecture me about leaving my pants on the floor, and what's sexy about that? k) Daniel Mead (mode !!!) Who? Am I really ignorant? I don't know half of these people, and I'm certainly over 30. Oh hang on, the pretty boy from Ugly Betty with the girlish freckles. I'm not a cradle-snatcher just yet. No. l) Ethan Hunt (you know played by that short fella who had everyone on hello) Oh really no. Talk about Napoleon syndrome. Oh, I suppose I'm talking about the actor, aren't I? But the self-satisfied, slightly mad on adrenaline, definitely onanistic glitter in the eye belongs to both men. And he's short, and I'm not. I know that's a bit snobby, but what's a girl to do when she likes shoes? m) James Bond (any incarnation) Sean Connery's Bond - no, he'd only beat me. Roger Moore's Bond - no, the eyebrows are just too annoying. The Aussie bloke - no, would be too bitter about being the rubbish Bond. Timothy Dalton's Bond - no, too drippy and philosophical. Daniel Craig's Bond - no, silly pants and looks like a blond gorilla. I've heard of fit, but that's ridiculous! Pierce Brosnan's Bond... oh, I can't be bothered with this. Just no. But wait! David Niven played Bond, and he was a fox. Phew! Saved by the bell. So what are the other 2 threads? Watching with interest.