Daughter and I have developed a Fantasy Boyfriend League during the past few weeks.

This consists of "bagsing" the most cute boys off the TV and saying they are your fantasy boyfriend. Daughter had seven in the first few days. I am not doing quite as well as I've only got Michael Owen and "that bloke off Top Of The Pops who had the straw hat on". He looks like a young Antonio Banderas anyway, even if I didn't catch his name.

This is obviously not good enough and I need to identify some more. Daughter says I cannot have her Dad on my list because "that's sad". This from the person who has got the dog as number three on her list "because he's a boy and he's cute". I can't have Jack Ryder from EastEnders, one I really wanted, because she bagged him first. I don't want him now anyway.

I don't want any of her other ones because they are all from various boybands that I don't like, although I don't think Ronan Keating quite qualifies for 'boy' status these days. I have also been told I am not allowed Sean Connery (too old), David Bowie (too ugly), Sean Bean (too sad) or Tony Blair (just too everything).

This doesn't leave me much choice but I think it all just shows how much more discerning I am than her. Well, that's my excuse anyway.

At least it's only fantasy boyfriends I have to worry about at the moment. Watching the way she's growing up it won't be long before the real thing starts appearing.