Alright, I guess the title is pretty self-explanatory, except that I probably have to mention that this is not a 'guilty pleasures' type of question. No, this is the real deal. The weak-knees, blood-rushing-to-the-head, red-faced, caught-with-your-dick-in-the-cookie-jar kind of deal.
Time to come out of the guitar case.
I'll face the firing squad first... ahem... (deep breath)...
James Blunt.
