Regular readers please forgive the "Heat magazine" lapse this post represents in an otherwise (relatively) sensible blog. Those who know me will know I'm definitely not one for celebrity gossip, soaps, fame (of the TV sort anyway), reality television etc.

People who are in the public spotlight are there (generally) because they have a talent of one sort or another and this talent has led to great public popularity. Which is a funny sort of relationship to have - having a lot of people you don't know know a lot about you (and probably want to get to know a lot more...). I'm more likely to sit smugly knowing that they're just ordinary people really - and that I'm lucky enough to have talents which don't, or at least haven't, led to crazy fame.

So I've always shunned those people who had crushes on pop stars or fan sites or the seedy side of the internet who provide fake pictures of the latest hearthrob actress in the buff.

But, the point of all this is that, I can't hold back - Keeley Hawes is just downright foxy. There I said it. I was watching the brilliant version of Macbeth - part of the BBC's excellent ShakespeaRe-told series and couldn't help noticing that despite her rather scary portrayal of Ella Macbeth (aka Lady Macbeth) I really would like her to have my babies. Although to be honest, I'm fairly sure that's something I don't get to decide. And anyway she has two already. And a husband.

So then, just when I'm recovering my composure after all this, well, swooning, another one turns up: Naomi Cleaver - where has she been hiding all my life? A beautiful, sexy, intelligent design consultant, business-woman and presenter of Channel Four's property shows. When asked "Are you happy with your body shape?", she said, "I wish the distribution of my weight was more up top and less at the bottom. But you can't have everything.". She looks pretty perfectly-distributed to me.

Maybe this is a thirties thing and certain women suddenly become maddeningly attractive to the more "mature" gentleman. Maybe I just have the horn.

I'm sure millions of other people have also noticed these two goddesses of the small screen (and this post is therefore also an exercise in site traffic generation from the less discerning side of the internet - let's see what we can drag in). All I can say is shwing-bala-balah.

Obviously, Keeley, Naomi, this is all meant in a decidedly non-threatening way, drop by sometime, show me you're both still ordinary.