To want to lie by the fire with

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Peter Capaldi and feed him champagne truffles and stroke his beautiful older man face while he reads me excerpts from A Christmas Carol with his sexy sexy sexy voice?

You are being no more unreasonable than I am when I say I want to stroll hand in hand stark bollock naked along an exotic shore with Sean Bean, whilst he recites every 02 campaign he has ever waffled on about.

Hahaha! I do hope it's sand and not shingles though?

I want Professor Brian Cox to show me the mysteries of deep space whilst lying on my back under the searing heat of a desert sun.

I'd like Denis Lawson to come down my chimney on Christmas Eve not actually sure if that euphemism was done on purpose.

Oh yes, definately! If it were a shingle beach, I'd have to wear flipflops to protect my trotters and would feel very overdressed.

I'd quite like to be drinking cinzano and lemonade with Gene Hunt (Life on Mars) in a Manchester nightclub in 1973.

Instead of sitting in the office with a mild hangover in 2013.

I'd like to be in a New York skyscraper apartment in 1985 with William Baldwin (remembers the film Sliver which was a bit later but the 80s were better).
Dragging round a grey rainy town centre wondering what to get for DM for Christmas does not compare, I'm afraid.

Oh Gene Hunt...mmmmmmmm!

What enticing pictures you both paint, MTM and Onesleep

Truthfully, I'd be happy with either Lawson or Capaldi. (I saw Local Hero at a very impressionable age.)

Either the roaring fire and truffles or coming down the chimney would be very lovely. Just not at the same time.

Capaldi is deffo better with age.

YABU. He'd have wind, fart once and ruin the image.

No way does the Capaldi ever do such things! No. Nope. He's too perfect to guff.

I want to sit on Billy Bob Thorntons knee while he's dressed as Bad Santa

Isn't he now too full of plastic to now be able to be safe enough to sit near a fire though?

Peter Capaldi on the radio ala black books for me.

Or being carried in a dressing gown by a crooning James Stewart. [bliss]

Or with Pacey on the true love. My she was Yar!

oh fuck! You said sexy voice and my mind leaps automatically to Peter Serafinwich, which is who I meant when I said (Peter Capaldi up here ^).

[slinks off]

Horse back riding in Montana with Sam Elliott off to a little wooden cabin all on our own. Oh how I can dream ....

Ahhhhhhh Gene Hunt can tweak my baubles any day

He'd just bend you over and knock the tinsel out of you. Naughty elf!

I just bought some more champagne truffles in the hope he'll knock on my door once DH has gone to bed!

Naked in a big old fashioned bath full of bubbles, drinking champagne and chatting with James blunt.

Then we retire to the big red velvet sofa also next to the fire and er, get to know each other better :)

Looks like I have no competition for Sam Neill then. Great. mind wanders lusterly

Velvet hotel in manchester with a pretty, long haired tattooed gentleman. We would discuss our favourite doom records of all time before copious nakedity ensued.

Marilyn Mansun?