Richard Armitage Anonymous

[Fettle]

Over here ladies!

for your italics initiation.

Mr Thornton is a Captain of Industry. He is a Man of Resolution and Resolve, he is not deterred by obstacles and is utterly determined to Get What He Wants. I think that tells us all we need to know.

Barge floating into Sleb Twaddle? Wouldn't that go in the Holidays: Short Haul section? You see, we could infest diversify into almost any area of MN.

I have just been glancing at Chat and picked up the intriguing information that Spanx are crotchless. This has no connection with our previous discussions obviously. YOu live and learn

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How much of a discomnnection gap do I have to leave before I go on to tell you that I have my Lucifer paused at 6 secs so I can have a peek at him now and then.?

You are a very cheeky girl, Theresa.

Oh, and Aesthetic dress would mean not wearing stays. Just mentioning, like.

All I want for Christmas is a big bad Guy.

Oh right, no stays .No Spanx either, one presumes.

I would do anything for love
But I won't do that

Gosh, Theresa. When first we met, you were such a mild mannered girl. And now you're a leather-clad vixen.

I believe that if you write to his agent and ask very nicely, he'll send you a signed photo. You could sleep with it under your pillow.

I'm pondering If you do not speak ? I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way as a screensaver. Mrs G is rather Emily Dickinson-like in her fondness for dashes, non e vera?

''When first we met, you were such a mild mannered girl''
It's the Armitage Effect. I was powerless against it.

''I believe that if you write to his agent and ask very nicely, he'll send you a signed photo''
Hmm, I had heard that too. And personalised into the bargain. Might cause some ructions on the Theresa homefront, howsumever. How could I explain it, especially in view of all the slaver stains on it.

I was thinking maybe we could write for one as a group, telling him of our endless admiration for all his thespian skills etc etc.
Maybe we could get cupcakes to do the letter

MrsLN & Theresa, swoonsome chapters there, both of you! Jolly good show.

Right I'm off to bed now, sweet dreams, ladies

Am liking strange presumptious ways.

It was really hot stuff for the 1850's. Almost porn

Good night Flowers, Guy at 6 secs says sleep tight

oops wrong person, sorry Boden

"Guy at 6 seconds" - I'm liking that :)

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Sleb Twaddle:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shallot.

Oh, Bodenbabe. That photo is far too staged-looking, trying far too hard to make the laydees quiver. What was the photographer thinking of? This is altogether more pleasing to the eye.

Theresa - Could it not be your guilty little secret?

Floppy shirt Check
Smoulder Check
Undone cravat Check.
Looks good to me, Flowers.

''Theresa. Could it not be your guilty little secret?''

I would feel proper daft writing a fanletter like a sappy teenager

Dear Mr Armitage's agent,
I like, totally heart and and adore him 4eva. Please send sxy photo persnly signed to Terry with love xoxo

look I can't even do txt spk properly

Yeah, that's why I feel it's much more fitting to be besotted with Mr Thornton - OK, I know it's, like, deeply weird because he's, like, not real and anyway he'd be 190 years old, yeah? - but I dread falling into teenage fan territory. Besides apart from his beauteous face and not unpleasing bod, what do we really know about Mr Armitage? Mr Thornton is much more of a known quantity.

Oh and you missed yearning look off your checklist.

Dear Mr Armitage's agent

I have recently become apprised of Mr Armitage's stirring and well-judged performance in the televisual adaptation of Mrs Gaskell's fine novel North and South. Its effect upon me has been most profound. In order better to continue my studies of this fine piece of screenwriting craft, I would find it beneficial to be in possession of a pictorial representation of Mr Armitage. Most particularly, I am desirous to possess a likeness of Mr Armitage in the final scene of the piece, in which he emerges from the railway compartment in a state of deshabille, with his cravat removed and his collar loosened. Might your client indulge me by appending his signature to the picture, with a message addressed to my dearest SmallBunch?

Trusting to your most kind attentions in this matter

ASBOF

''Oh and you missed yearning look off your checklist''
mea maxima culpa

Yes indeed, I feel more comfortable concentrating on the personae. Too much preoccupation with the Creator seems a tad intrusive. Though a sxy photo wouldn't be all that bad.

Ah yes, dear Mr Thornton. (When are you going to get round to calling him Johnny?)

The incarnation smouldering out at me is remarkably well-preserved for his 850 years.
Guy at Six Seconds, you are bad

I do like a bit of Latin. Reminds me of Milton's most assiduous classics student.

"I have brought you Father's Plato".

""So you're really going?"

But, as discussed passim and ad nauseam, I am not an exhibitionist and any intime moments between us will happen once we've imbibed some Polish Cordial, the shutters have been closed and everything's gone soft focus. Then, as I feel his hot breath on my neck (? Theresa) I might call him John. Or anything else that comes to mind.

And intrusiveness. Yes, that's exactly it.

Well ! All I can find to say after that little gem of the Epistolary Art is LOL. Or even PMSL

However, don't you think the use of the word deshabille was a bit of a giveaway?

''I am not an exhibitionist''

Well I don't think even Guy cares to indulge too much in public. A bit of a snog is his limit. One hopes.

Oh dear. I thought I had managed to convey my girlish modesty - that a sight of bare throat is thrilling enough for one of my heightened sensibilities.

And poor Guy barely gets anything worthy of the appellation snog, does he? In the admittedly few episodes I've seen, he barely gets a kiss.

Well, off to bed. Sweet dreams.

Same to you.

I've used the word barely twice while talking about Guy. It means nothing, I'm sure.

Right. Must turn off the telly (but I heart Eric Clapton, who's on at the mo) and quit the sofa. Willpower, woman, willpower.

I just checked in after a few days and I can't believe that the old thread has been filled up and that this one has over 600 posts already though I haven't read it all yet. Crikey!

Last episode of Spooks on Monday - and I'm very much afraid that this will be the last ever for Richard sigh just want one more look at those tatts - please Spooks script writers, pretty please....???