Richard Armitage Anonymous

[Fettle]

Over here ladies!

Theresa - Yes I too have always been immensely susceptible to the power, passion and resonance of the cello. I suppose once again it's a preference for the baritone over the tenor. If I had heard it on its own, I might have said that the music from North and South was a tad schmaltzy, but that is overcome first by the inclusion (especially in the final scene) of the harp, which too is one of my favourite instruments, and second by the fact that the music is so inextricably linked to the emotions evoked by the story that ....

You're quite right about Guy as Bad Lancelot. Hence all the linking to Waterhouse and Burne-Jones a little while ago.

That glove-removal scene is the precursor (I think) of a shot of his face which I've seen elsewhere described as the face of a fallen angel. I can't find the screencap online in any form I can link to. I'll keep searching. Perhaps we should write a learned dissertation on Guy as Fallen Angel and his ultimately doomed attempt at finding salvation and redemption with Marian?

I'm a Twitter novice, but I think FF is a sort of 'hello to my pals' thing on Fridays.

Hello! Knew I couldn't keep away. DS is watching Octonauts, so I have about 5 mins. DH has gone into work, which is par for the course on his day off, but he's promised to be as quick as possible, so I'm going to drool over Mr Armitage instead!!

Gorgeous picture Stripey - and lovely article. He does come across a nice person and does deserve someone to love. Very of Sophie though - she's had David Tennant and now possibly RA - that's both my secret crushes.

Hope he doesn't move to LA though - that's really getting out of our reach then!!

Also love that cello music, Thereas - always a sucker for classical music me. And the soundtrack to N&S is very very emotive for me - think I'm just a sad all romantic at heart!

Ok ladies - best get on with some pressing real life!!

Ah, thanks Flowers, that makes sense (re FF).

Fettle, giggle, I think we must be twins - I too am a (not so) secret DT fan and my DS is obsessed with Octonauts!

Glad to have brightened up your day a bit. Fettle I used to like David Tennant but Single Father put me off him a bit - he's a bit too scrawny I think?

I had meant to say that Stripey's blue photo (for which many thanks) makes him look uncannily like a former colleague of mine. Said colleague used to have a new fiancee every year. I'm beginning to understand why.

And never mind David Tennant (who I would file under callow youth, but then I am Very Old). She used to go out with Charles Dance.

Tim Piggott-Smith's son is rather yummy, actually :)

Can't find any pics on google Boden.

''This morning I unwittingly donned a slightly floppy white shirt and tight black jeans tucked in boots. Do you see what is happening? ''
Funny that 40 DT should have said that, as I had been out in black leather jacket with a bit of metal on it here and there, and a black teeshirt (from Ye Gappe). I thought the leather keks were a step too far so I settled for black jeans.

I shall have to look out now for ladies who are channeling the various Armitage personae. Of course an outfit could be pure coincidence so we'd need a specail salute or something, so we'd know each other.

I far prefered Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor. Something about the accent maybe.

Flowers, the original Lancelot wasn't all that good, though, was he? Sleeping with his king's wife and all. And he was cruel to poor Elaine.

I am well up for that dissertation on Guy as Fallen Angel. The tragic thing here is he may be in hell, but he doesn't even have the satisfaction of ruling there. He is constantly being used and humiliated by the weasley sheriff.

And Marion is not much better, taking advantage of his weakness for her, leading him on for her own ends and them slamming the door in his face

Stripers, no, me neither - but I met him in rl and he was lovely :)

From Lancelot and Elaine, by Tennyson

The lily maid Elaine,
Won by the mellow voice before she looked,
Lifted her eyes, and read his lineaments.
The great and guilty love he bare the Queen,
In battle with the love he bare his lord,
Had marred his face, and marked it ere his time.
Another sinning on such heights with one,
The flower of all the west and all the world,
Had been the sleeker for it: but in him
His mood was often like a fiend, and rose
And drove him into wastes and solitudes
For agony, who was yet a living soul.

Listening to Venetia on the train - v.saucy and RA's Lord Damerel is possibly the sexiest thing I've ever heard!

Now I know why I had to wait nearly a month to get it from the library.

Ok bored on train now,so bear with me as typing straight into phone...

Chapter 4

After his brief interlude making sweet music with Ophelia, Guy stopped briefly at the tailors before heading back to his Docklands apartment.

Theresa, his cleaner, heard his key turn in the lock and dashed to the mirror to check her appearance. It was rare for Guy to be at home when she was working, but she couldn't deny the frisson of excitement that course through her veins whenever their paths did cross.

She was dusting when he entered the room and had just reached a particularly stubborn spot.

"Here, let me help you with that," he said, and crossing the room in just a few strides, he was behind her, his hand covering hers. "That's better," he smiled slowly, before picking up the tailors bag and heading for the bedroom. 'Better' wasn't quite the word Theresa would have used...

Some time later, Theresa was getting impatient to get on with cleaning the master bedroom. Tentatively, she knocked the door, "Can I do you now, Mr Thornton-North?"

Sorry - mobile network went down.

"S'ok, come in," called Guy. On entering the room, Theresa was confronted by the, quite frankly, magnificent sight of Guy, clad in dress trousers and nothing else. She couldn't help but blush as she stepped inside.
"C'mon," Guy teased, "You can't tell me you've never been alone with a half naked man before?" He arched one eyebrow questioningly.

Theresa didn't know what to say. "Actually, I could really use a hand with this shirt and cravat," sighed Guy, "I'm used to Prada, not mid-19th century costume."

He shrugged the shirt on, buttoned it and tucked it in, "The cufflinks are over there," he nodded.

Theresa carefully threaded the cufflinks through each shirt sleeve and fastened them into place. As she did so, she couldn't help but absorb the feeling of his strong, warm hands which in turn set her imagination reeling.

She reached round the back of his neck with cravat. He didn't take his eyes off her while she deftly tied it. She raised her eyes to meet his as gave the silk one final stroke into place. He reached up, the hands she had fantasised about moments earlier dangling in her hair and stroking the nape of her neck as he pulled her face towards his.

Minutes later, the shirt and cravat were not the only thing strewn across the bedroom floor...

Gulp!

I've come over all unnecessary.
That was perfect, Mrs LN. I can't help picturing you writing it on the train with a naughty grin on your face and everyone around you wondering what's going on.

Look behind you and you may meet the intense blue stare of a tall dark-haired man, who is wearing a butter-soft black leather jacket and midnight blue Armani shirt.(trousers, too, obviously but you can't see them at the moment)
''Something is amusing you an awful lot,'''he purrs. ''May I see?'' The scent of his Prada aftershave fills your nostrils as he leans over the back of your seat, and you feel his breath on your neck.

Talking of breath on neck reminds me.

I adore my chapter of the GTN story. Thank you, thank you, thank you. My only worry is that Flowers won't speak to me because I have laid hands on his cravat.

I did notice, Theresa. Harrumph. But then I'm tingling with anticipation, lest he reply to my advertisement for an artist's model. Cravat strictly optional. (See how you've corrupted me?)

I've just heard Jacqueline Wilson on the wireless talking about how examining a stained glass rose window or exquisite painting by Giotto may be an uplifting and transcendent experience. I agree. Gazing at something truly beautiful can make me go weak at the knees.

If I set foot outside the house in the "Strike Back" fatigues, or indeed the "young" Lucas beige ensemble, that's when i have to worry.

A thing of beuty is a joy for ever.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shallot.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.

All this tingling is playing hell with my typing...

I'm liking that Theresa! Arrived at mates now and settling in for night of Chinese & booze so will have to leave you all to it for now sweet dreams all! Cx

Like the French Lieutenant's Woman, she was lost from the moment she saw him.

I am very impressed that some of you are adopting Guy fashions. I have had some difficulty getting my hooped crinoline up escalators and through revolving doors, but am thinking that perhaps I could adopt Aesthetic dress and solve those problems at a stroke.

Now, have you all been good this week? Do you deserve a treat? Because . Fallen angel face at about 6 seconds in.

If my heart didn't belong to Mr Thornton ....

40DT I think you're okay until you start donning the Speedos

I believe that camel is Very Now, Tights. Perhaps we should go and hijack style and beauty next?

Where's the best place to buy an easily-ripped bodice?

Do M&S Online stock armour for the larger gentleman?

That sort of thing.

Ooooooooh, swoon, Flowers, I shall be awake all night now. In the morning you will find me all done up in floaty white bliaut and strewn with flowers, lying dead on a barge as it floats into Sleb Twaddle

Unrequited love is so delicious
Look!! My very first italics in honour of the occasion

Perhaps my new nickname should be ElaineofAstolat.

Re crinolines and the like, how handy is Mr Thornton with stays, do you think?