Obsessed!

If I met Idris Elba, I’d hyperventilate so much that I’d die of a heart attack. I’ve fancied that man for years and the feeling just gets worse and worse with time. When I see him on TV, no one can talk to me or look at me. If the phone rings, forget it; NO ONE'S HOME. If I heard a knock at the door, the person would have to come back tomorrow or next week!

If I see a photograph of him, no matter where; I cut it out and put it on my Idris cork-board in the office. It helps me to work better. Don’t worry, I’ll soon get over it. I always do in the end.

Or maybe I'm just Obsessed?