I’ve got a confession to make.
I’m nursing an unrelenting crush on a man older than my father.
That man is Alec Baldwin.
Whilst there is no denying he was pretty smoking hot when he was younger…
… it’s the older, greying and a little more rough round the edges Baldwin that’s been creeping into my dreams with his tiny eyes and silver fox glare.
I’m fully aware that this recent development is purely down the fact I’ve been overdosing on boxsets of 30 Rock. I’m sure I’ll find myself rapidly rationing episodes so that I can prolong my slightly mental love affair. But perhaps having a sex dream about him on a very early commuter train, and the subsequent worry of whether I made sex noises MIGHT be a reason to back of the Baldwin, however reluctantly.