Would you let your other half cheat on you with one celebrity of their choosing? I would, and so would my husband. 

It’s called a ‘hall pass’, apparently, and it’s something all healthy couples should talk about. I’ll explain why.

But first, some context. 

In a recent interview with former Made In Chelsea star-turned-entrepreneur Jamie Laing, podcaster Vogue Williams revealed that her ‘hall pass’ would be the rapper Skepta, and that she is soon to attend a wedding where he will, in fact, be present. 

Would her husband, MIC’s Spencer Matthews, consent to Vogue pursuing the rapper should the opportunity genuinely arise? She doesn’t say.

Being a celebrity herself, and thus in a position for this hypothetical game to turn into reality, Williams is playing with fire. I can somewhat relate. These days, I’m a mere middle-aged mortal but, back in my 20s, when I was sassy and slim, I had flings with two hall pass-worthy Hollywood heartthrobs (more on them later).

I asked my husband, Julius, over breakfast this morning who his hall pass would be.

‘Sydney Sweeney?’ he offered, to which I rolled my eyes. 

‘Actually no,’ he went on. ‘Margot Robbie. I think she’d be more interesting to talk to afterwards.’ I’m inclined to agree with him.

These two blonde actresses were also, incidentally, who Laing mentioned when talking to Williams about his own hall passes. I’d say they are right up there for most men currently walking the planet.

Should I be annoyed that I resemble neither, not even slightly? I used to be compared to Liz Hurley and sometimes actress Rebecca Ferguson (I wish). Certainly, it would be nice if Julius had opted for one of them, who, at least, look more like me.

Then again, Julius couldn’t be further from my hall pass, Jacob Elordi, either. Julius is blond, muscular and Nordic-looking. Jacob is lanky, dark-haired and asymmetrically alluring.

So neither of us married our ideal ‘type’ of person. And safe to say, both of us recently enjoyed watching Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights together, given Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi were playing the lead roles.

We did banter about it at the time, perhaps a reflection of the fact that we are very much in the ‘roommate’ phase of our relationship; meaning we have a toddler and a baby, so are acting more like friends than lovers.

It’s also, I reckon, proof that we are both relatively secure in our relationship. 

I recall when I was a teenager being actively jealous whenever my crush harped on about a celebrity they fancied. And equally annoyed when my own famous favourite at the time – Leonardo DiCaprio – got a new girlfriend.

This is why, incidentally, boy band stars were never allowed to go public with their relationships back in the 1990s: it killed the dreams of their young fans.

I never, alas, got a chance to meet DiCaprio (who remains my second hall pass to this day) and were that to happen today, I am several decades too old to be within a shot of his ‘type’. 

I doubt Elordi would be interested in fulfilling his hall pass duties to me either, sadly, now he has supermodel Kendall Jenner on his arm.

My husband, who is younger and arguably better-looking than I am, would possibly have better luck with his choices.

But there were those two actors I briefly dated... One now a certified heartthrob in the form of a Marvel superhero and the other renowned for his Viking credentials on TV. Both gorgeous. 

What if I proposed either of them to my husband? I asked him. There was a much longer pause. It was a game perhaps veering too closely towards real life. Especially given one of them bears more than a passing resemblance to Elordi, and we remain friends to this day.

The question becomes, as is the case with Vogue Williams: would we ever actually consent to our spouse having a one-off cheating episode, if the opportunity arose for them to meet that one star? 

Both my husband and I gave a tentative ‘yes’, given it would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but it would surely be a pretty toxic scenario.

I touched upon this in my column last month. I almost feel I ought to let Julius be unfaithful at the moment, given my sex drive post-baby has been hovering around zero for too long now. He maintains he wouldn’t do that. Most men say that.

I once had a brief and very casual relationship with a man who was in an open relationship, and I found it quite refreshing. He said he and his partner both seemed perfectly happy. 

Given the frequency of affairs many people have when they’re married for a long time, it would suggest that humans might not quite be cut out for lifetime monogamy. I admire couples who are open-minded and secure enough to be polyamorous.

At the end of the day, however, I am not that cool or evolved. I would feel thoroughly perturbed and hopelessly inferior if Julius really booked a hotel room with Margot Robbie. 

So here’s hoping she remains as she is, simply another hypothetical hall pass.