“Flambards”: A walk down memory lane

In my day, we didn’t have New Kids on the Block, ‘NSYNC or gobs of handsome young men on Nickelodeon.

Before Duran Duran, Wham or INXS entered my impressionable young consciousness, I had the boys from “Flambards”  to moon over. Hit it!

Boy, did I love this British miniseries, which is based upon a series of novels by K.M. Peyton. Teenager Christina Parsons (Christine McKenna), an orphaned heiress, is the protagonist, which takes place on a rural English estate just before the start of World War I. At the beginning of “Flambards,” she comes to live with her mean uncle William Russell (Edward Judd) and his two sons, Mark (Steven Grives) and Will (Alan Parnaby). Of course, both brothers are hot, and Christina must choose between them. The poor girl!

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The mighty mighty good men of the U.K.

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man…

Oh yes, he is!

“He’s not a fake wannabe tryin’ to be a pimp

He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans

He’s a God-sent original, the man of my dreams”

Boy, Salt ‘N’ Pepa and En Vogue really were onto something, weren’t they? Then again, this song was penned in the mid-’90s, which is right about the same time I was totally geeking out lusting after men of the U.K. Actors, more specifically.

And I had a major flashback this weekend – via some British/Scottish-specific beefcake viewing – that reminded me that they are, indeed, God-sent originals.

"Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Willoughby. Willoughby. Willoughby."

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“True Blood”: Got Mott?

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Dearest Franklin Mott,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

Well, helllooooooo there, good lookin'.../Photo credit HBO

I’ve fallen head over heels for Bon Temps’ newest bad boy, Franklin Mott. I’m dying to know more about him (when he was turned, if he’s looking for another woman to obsess over – cause I’m available, ya know), and I sure have got my fingers crossed that Tara didn’t do him any more harm than dent his head in a little.

Side note #1: I’m finding myself writing this post in an adopted Sookie Stackhouse-like Southern accent. Kinda weird.

At any rate, while I whittle away the hours until my dear Franklin’s return to “True Blood” (and of his return I’m absolutely certain), I thought I’d pontificate on about the *history* I share with the fantabulous actor who plays him, James Frain.

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