It may be hard to believe, but the cool-as-ice cube people who make up the bsn group today haven't always had such unimpeachably good taste (some may look at Jane Danson making the cut and ask if they do yet) - so, here, under a cloak of anonymity, is a parade of people some of us may have fancied at one point...

Bucks Fizz - they entered the Eurovision Song Contest, and won. Then they took on a bus crash, and came off worst. In the end, all that was left was two versions, one with David Van Day, fighting it out for the right to the name. Let's remember them as they were - trying to look sexy, and falling so, so far short. Like Liberty X.

Leo Sayer. He was the closest thing Britain had to a Lief Garret. Now, they have named a bus after him. It may be more than he deserves.



Don't allow yourself to be fooled by the sight of her parading in the sewed-in trousers towards the end of Grease. This is what Olivia Newton John was. Oh, yes.



The only thing worse than admitting to having fancied George Michael, of course, would have been having the hots for his mate. Andrew Ridgeley. Where is he now?



The Bay City Rollers. Kind of like The Pastels, but without the fanzines



Roger Taylor from Queen. Believe it or not, his appearance as Suzi Birchill in the Queen video for I Want To Break Free led at least one poor unfortunate to question herself so much she joined the fanclub...



George, from The Famous Five (seen here in her incarnation on the classic Southern TV series) was determined to be treated like a boy. Chuh, and Tipping The Velvet thought they were blazing a trail.

For a while, pillows all around the world were given the names of various members of New Kids on the Block as they were dry-humped into a throbbing, feathery mess. Joe was one such name moaned out, repeatedly, as girls waited for hormones to come to the boil.

"One Hour With Jonathon Ross" offered Channel 4. A lot of us would have paid good money for just fifteen minutes.



Midge Ure went from the Rich Kids to Ultravox via Slick, and all the time he kept that bloody moustache.It was the 1980's equivalent of Fred Durst's beard.



To many, he was Pat Hancock, "Pat the Pillock" off Brookside. To a few, he was actor David Easter. To someone off bsn, he was a warm tingle in the loins.



Jason Orange was another member of Take That. He hasn't just signed a deal for £80m, but, on the other hand, isn't a fucking cunthole.



It would have been easy to leave Madonna off this page, on the grounds that Like A Virgin, Papa Don't Preach, Borderline... of course she was going to be a sex god to teenagers, and how could she ever be an embarrassment? But let's not forget the Sex book. Let's not forget in that book she did this with Vanilla Ice. Shame, shame, shame.

Doubtless there will be more to come, too