His Irish accent kept slipping out quite a bit too, like an unrestrained dingdong in a bathrobe.
That guy is sort of a ding-dong, I agree. Can't act for shit. And he's far too pretty for my tastes.
Something buggy about his eyes...
I remember Katie and I had fun watching the Tudors back when that TV Sitcoms site was still functional. Of course we argued a lot over who was the hottest. She went for that Cavill guy and I've always been sort of hung up on Jeremy Northam. He's just so cute and kind of repressed-looking. I want to spank him and stuff crumpets in his face. Of course it didn't hurt that he was playing Sir Thomas Gimme'-More either!
And that's exactly what the point of that show was...sexy sexy sexytime. I was surprised to discover Tudor England was in fact a haven of modern dentistry, antibiotics, depilatory wax and haute couture. Not a trace of shingles to be found anywhere! And I do love the idea of those big fluffy beds with their gauzy curtains beside a crackling fire. They had a far superior sense of aesthetics.
And THAT, at least, is historically accurate, even if it only applied to the ignominious 1%.
I call him Mickey Bugeyes. Cuz he's bug-eyed. And he's a Mick. And he's a bug-eyed Mick.
That guy is sort of a ding-dong, I agree. Can't act for shit. And he's far too pretty for my tastes.
Something buggy about his eyes...
I remember Katie and I had fun watching the Tudors back when that TV Sitcoms site was still functional. Of course we argued a lot over who was the hottest. She went for that Cavill guy and I've always been sort of hung up on Jeremy Northam. He's just so cute and kind of repressed-looking. I want to spank him and stuff crumpets in his face. Of course it didn't hurt that he was playing Sir Thomas Gimme'-More either!
And that's exactly what the point of that show was...sexy sexy sexytime. I was surprised to discover Tudor England was in fact a haven of modern dentistry, antibiotics, depilatory wax and haute couture. Not a trace of shingles to be found anywhere! And I do love the idea of those big fluffy beds with their gauzy curtains beside a crackling fire. They had a far superior sense of aesthetics.
And THAT, at least, is historically accurate, even if it only applied to the ignominious 1%.
I call him Mickey Bugeyes. Cuz he's bug-eyed. And he's a Mick. And he's a bug-eyed Mick.
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