If you’ve been watching Bloodline on Netflix then you’ll know where I’m coming from with this one. The human male equivalent of a favourite, sun-warmed, linen shirt, Kyle Chandler exudes the type of gentle masculinity that’s like catnip to me. He’s big, and kind of heavy, and silvering around the temples; his confidently understated sex appeal being emitted in an unwavering pulse. There’s something to be said for the type of guy who can commit to the same woman for twenty years and counting, who volunteers as a fire fighter, and who campaigns against the barbaric practice of shark finning with his teenage daughter. Basically, he’s a complete dude, and a nice one at that. Get the fuck iiiiiiiin.
(Lesley – happy birthday, my angel! Sian & Gail, pour vous aussi xxx)