Evening Standard (London): the top ten... unexpectedly sexy

There's no accounting for taste. Apparently, some women even fancy Jeremy Clarkson. An unofficial ES poll discovered that this motley crew make many females go weak at the knees

Gordon Brown, 52, is Millbank's very own Vin Diesel, despite presiding over the nation's economy. With his ice-cool demeanour and macho, bass-heavy delivery, he'll make sure you balance your chequebook. But who knows what he'll do to you if you get your sums wrong he might hit you with his logarithm stick.

Ray Winstone, 46, is known for playing tough-talking characters who frequently land on the wrong side of the law posh girls are particularly titillated, especially since his role as Henry VIII. A gritty, uncompromising bear of a man: he's the embodiment of relationship Russian roulette.

Some call him the literary Mick Jagger. Pintsized, snake-hipped Martin Amis, 54, knows how to work a room and string a sentence together. His father famously instructed that the pleasures of sex were multiplied a hundred times when experienced with someone you love which is sweet. And helpful.

Rod Liddle, 43, is pallid, badly dressed and sleepdeprived with a face like a hungover bloodhound.

Armed with a coruscating wit and a touch of irreverence, he recently lit up before a toast to the Queen.

Let's hope he'll call our buff sorry, bluff.

Prince William's cocked head and moonfaced expression hardly make you want to rip his bow tie off in fact, it's a complete turnoff. His younger brother may be a ginga and a stripling at 19, but you know that, despite Prince Charles's best efforts, there's something very naughty about Prince Harry.

His appointment as official biographer to the Queen is a coup d'tat for William Shawcross, 57. This project completes his conversion from hard-hitting darling of the Left to card-carrying member of the Establishment. Frankly we love a man who is not afraid to change his mind.

So, Elle, what attracted you to the multimillionaire Swiss banker Arpad Busson? There's something unaccountably compelling about this 41-year-old barrel-chested financier. Maybe it's his unwillingness to commit seven years and still no altar.

You can just imagine him prowling strip clubs, leaving euros in his wake.

Grrr.

John Humphrys, 60, is the ultimate thinking woman's crumpet.

Every morning, as he interrogates slippery politicians, we imagine our own cross-examination.

The thought of sitting on that Mastermind leather seat makes us go weak at the knees.

Used to dealing with smug University Challengers and smug politicians, there's a touch of the headmaster about Jeremy Paxman, 53. The equine presenter will either look so bored you'll be desperate to please him, or bark orders at you which you might like as well. There's nothing like a little discipline.

The permanently crumpled Boris Johnson, 39, looks like he's just got out of bed. The political scruff has a line in self-deprecation that makes Hugh Grant look vain and arrogant. And with his baby blond hair ruffling in the breeze as he cycles to work, he gets our vote.