James Cagney.


I was nine years old and I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and snuggled up with my Nana, as she watched the closing scenes of "White Heat".  Five minutes later I was sobbing my heart out for the scrunchy little man on the tv.

I have never got over it.

He’s kind of funny looking (in a Billy from Eastenders kind of a way?), but I like him.