1: Lead singer in HARD-Fi
2: Mike Skinner (The Streets)
3: Jack White
4: Tim something-or-other, keyboard player from Keane
5: Pete Doherty
How girlish of me. Joanne and I spent yesterday afternoon exchanging angry emails over who the most fanciable men in music were. Oh God. I can't believe I just wrote the words 'most fanciable'. At least I didn't say 'most shaggable' or something vile like that. We'll move on.
Anyway, Joanne is with me on the Mike Skinner thing and the Tim from Keane thing but she has dismissed Jack White for being too high maintainence. We almost came to blows, or at least hissy fits, over Pete Doherty. While I find him enchanting in an utterly doomed and tragicly beautiful way, Joanne feels that 'that complete waste of human skin should be shot, not famous.'
But oh, I love the HARD-Fi. Please God let them not turn out to be this year's Athelete or I will weep pitiously and long. Whenever I hear Hard to Beat on the radio I have to lie down flat on the floor to control my breathing. Honestly. There isn't many pieces of music that affect me so drastically. I can actually feel my heart speed up.
Good grief. I disgust myself. I'm off to beat up a dog and/or practice spitting. I'm getting much too soft for my own good.