Continuing my descent into middle-age before I've even reached my twenties, I have to say that recently I have become rather attached to the exquisitely-named Benedict Cumberbatch. I know, I know -not exactly an original crush, especially after Sherlock. If I was the sort of person who went to the theatre in London every other night, I expect I would go and watch him in the upcoming adapation of Frankenstein. Unfortunately, I'm not rich enough to do that, so I'll have to make do with my DVD of Atonement, in which he plays a swimming costume-wearing rapist. I suppose he is versatile.