Academy of Armitage Studies: The Research Continues

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Ah well, don't worry. Like the sun over the yardarm,it is always after the 9pm watershed somewhere in the world. That one is rather a favourite of mine. don't quite dare use it as wallpaper on the laptop, mind you...
Nor this Not quite a nightingale in this blue moon

I do apologise for leading you away from the light. I was suborned myself, you know. I used to be quiet, shy and respectable.

So, Theresa, are you

I haven't strayed that far from the light. Not really.

Well, on hunger, I will say this, I am not so interested in my dinner these days. Which can only be good for an ex-glutton like me.

But on the other hand I am too distracted to carry out my RL tasks properly, I find myself doing daft things all the time like pouring the milk into the electric kettle.

I am in more than a bit of a state today, as it is crunch time on RH tonight. I just hope everyone will have gone out as they plan, and not change their minds and want to watch with me :(

So tonight...Sparkhouse, Golden Hour or more escapades with John Lucas...

Are you back safe, Mrs LN? How is John Lucas? Bright-eyed and buahy tailed, one hopes.

bushy, even!

Hmm. I think in your circumstances, MrsLN, I would choose John Lucas. Or possibly Sparkhouse. Golden Hour as a last resort.

Oh dear, Theresa, about having to face That Moment tonight. I shan't be here to hold your hand, but will leave the Polish cordial and pile of lavender-scented hankies on the chiffonier.

Safely back Theresa, although had a couple of hairy moments part night getting from reception back to b & b on icy, uphill country lanes!
Bright eyed & bushy tailed - et no! Am sure an evening with our Mr Armitagewill sort me out though. Watched Cold Feet before we went - there's a few nice scenes in that although he's obviously going to turn out to be a bit of a player.

Think I will be mumsnetting (so many vids to catch up on!) and maybe thinking up some more adventures for JL!

Well, my plans for the evening have just fallen apart, so looks like I shall be here once again. Still, looking on the bright side, this gives me time to find the smelling salts. I think Theresa may need them later.

Any Polish Cordial left? Nah don't bother with a glass, just hand me the bottle.

FFS he has just killed someone, so why am I sniveling for him? His poor face...

It was all a huge tragedy, but of course, that's fiction for you, they like to pile on the agony.

Looking forward to seeing you ladies some time, anyway. I have something fun to share with you, that will take my mind off this evening's Traumatic Moment. It is sort of OT, though, so don't expect thrills.

PS was Cold Feet the ''flirty Gertie'' one, Mrs LN?

Oh dear, Theresa. I only know that scene from the vids, but it is sob-worthy. A moment's loss of control with irreversible consequences.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

I don't know about brave, just tormented! My poor baby! All I can say is it's good job I was forewarned.
Waaaaaaahhhhh!

Damned script-writers, playing a grown woman like me for a sucker.

I don't know if we'll get season three straight off, not looking forward to that too much either.

I shall shall have to keep on with the vids, they are good for cheering me up.

More Polish cordial, then?

I often suspect that we're being played for suckers, but hey. We may start series 2 when Strictly finishes in a moment.

Fill 'er up!

Here's the bit of fun I mentioned earlier. I seemed to remember this existed and finally found it on YT.

. Watch at 2. 50 when the apples show up

Re the scriptwriters, may I say in a very soft whisper that a little of the guilt lies with a certain actor, for making us care.

Here'a a fine pint goblet of mead Polish cordial, Theresa.

Oh, I say. Mr Finney before Daddy Warbucks. I had almost forgotten. How very, ahem, fruity.

That's very true, Theresa, but I also think that reinforces my point that the scriptwriters know where our vulnerabilities are and then exploit them.

Quaffs mead cordial thankfully. Now, I fancy some artwork.Here's a fine fellow.

And another

''the scriptwriters know where our vulnerabilities are''

Oh, yes, land any RA persona in it, and women across the world will beat their breasts and weep. Sadists.

Crikey.

I nearly uttered the phw--- word. But may I voice a heretical thought? The second one is almost too perfect - could have been taken from a Hugo Boss ad in GQ.

This one was painted by Caravaggio.

Lucas is all done up in his city slicker outfit there, all right. Posing as Ros's boyfriend at the evil investment banker's building, do you remember that one?
I do prefer him a bit more roughed up I must admit.
Sorry to nearly land you in it, by almost causing you utter the p word in public. I have just been asked if I have a cold starting, my voice had gone a bit nasal and I was red round the eyes, apparently.

Talking of rough, how about dese apples?

Warning. Conceal your screen from the gaze of others.

I am glad that someone there is taking an interest in your welfare and noticed your symptoms. Perhaps they might find you a medicinal brandy?

I remember that scene very well. Sometimes there are moments in the vids and photos I don't recognise but that's pretty rare - especially from the days when we used to watch it twice a week. Ros kissing Lucas at the bank (strictly in the national interest, obviously) is in several of the vids.

We are now having a cosy family evening around the fireside, playing canasta watching RH series 1.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

Oh no. He looks so mentally and physically wasted and tormented there that I just want to give him some soup. Look at his eyes.