Yes we all know she’s Cheryl Tweedy Cole now, but I refuse to let myself call her anything other than Cheryl Tweedy. We all know who she is. We all know that she’s married to a soccer star sporting a female first name (Ashley).

But no matter how many times I see this woman I am reminded that on occasion, sheer looks can actually be enough. I’m fully convinced that it would take me an entire lifetime to get tired of starting at this woman.

Yay. She’s in Girl’s Aloud. Yay. She can sing. I just don’t think I could hold a conversation with her. I would just stare. That’s all I’d do, stare.

Can you not stare? Is it possible?