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There were many reasons why British children ran home from school every Monday afternoon to watch The Tomorrow People. For some, it was a fantastic source of escapism from the everyday stresses of life. For some, the special effects were so cheesy it made then show a must-watch for a laugh. And there were those who ran home to see their Heathcliffs. The latter category is, unusually, the category that I, an innocent 21st century teenage girl, fall into.

Well, it's not as though these ladies-and gay men-could help it, couldn't they? There was John, a strong father figure, with chiselled good looks and luscious dark hair. There was Kenny, feisty but still a Catie pie. There was Stephen (one of my personal favourites), a nice young lad with a nice body and face. There was Tyso (another personal favourite), an adorable gypsy who went from cute to sexy in just a few stories. There was Mike, great to look at and a mean drummer, not too bright but still great to look at. And finally there was Andrew, an absolute sweetheart with a mischievous streak.

So those are the reasons why I watch the Tomorrow People. Oh, the stories were great too. But I mainly watch it for the hunky men. 8 out of 10 for that alone.