Richard, you drive us crazy!

Have you ever been curious about what it’s like to be a blogger, especially an Armitage one?

Let me tell you this- it’s so luxurious and exclusive we put the Dynasty Carrington’s to shame 😉

Nope, not a whiff of desperation.

Oh, the lifestyle of the rich, famous and blogging…

Earlier today, at the eleventh hour:

Me: Oh bloody hell, I need a FanstRA4 post for tomorrow and I’ve got nothing. Any ideas?

Magzy: Eeerrrr I had an idea a while ago…

*I wait..and wait….nope, that’s the end of THAT discussion…the sound of the clock clicking is defening*

A few hours later…

Me: So, about that fab idea you had and I really need…

Magzy: Eeerrrr…. just do some a post “Richard as something…”. Ya know, like last year’s Richard characters as dogs…

What about… eerrr…..Richard and cars…

*I snort, rolls my eyes, prepare to go to war about how stupid the idea was… but hold up… hold on one damn minute…this could works….yeeeessss…. this could work..kinda….*

Richard Armitage, you drive me round the bend!

I mean seriously, you need to give us all a break from your smoking hotness!

You drive us all crazy, so here’s a crash course on what cars different RA characters drive.

The car stopped with a jerk, then the  jerk got out.

Our dear Grizzly Gizzy is a bit dangerous, therefore I can see him in a Hennessey Viper Venom 700NM.

I’m not saying Guy has self-esteem issues, but he’d definitely be driving an expensive stolen sports car.

Based on his behaviour many would rather see him in a Mazda LaPuta or Mitsubishi Pajero (a little Spanish joke there…).

Anyway, everyone’s fuming over the high cost of gas, but not to worry as Guy has the poor villagers running on fumes to keep that tank filled up.

Our favorite bookworm Harry Kennedy definitely wormed his way into our hearts.

It just isn’t fair how he fueled our fangirling imagination and he wins hands down.

With his John le Carré books and maths skills, he’s quite a Smart one.

At first he couldn’t figure out how to fasten his seatbelt, but then it clicked.

Many artists tend to be tanked most of the time, and Claude Monet would support his fellow painter and drive a Citroën Picasso.

Richard’s wig hardly revved our engines, but the part was an auto-matic hit with the fans.

It’s hard enough to maneuver the art world and stay in the race, but it’s easy to brush it aside when you travel in comfort.

Thorin Oakenshield, we’re all in this Armitage Admiration for the long haul.

Riding that pony such a long way must be taking its toll and you must be running on fumes (I still don’t get why the eagles could just drop you off closer to your destination).

Anyway, I’d like to offer you a more comfortable, not to mention worthy of a king,  alternative meaning this Mustang.

This is the only horse power you need to get to where you’re going!

Just remember not to speed in the frozen areas because the Middle Earth police will stop you cold.

Drivers in a rush who stop at traffic lights often see red, but no such worries for our dear fast and furious John Porter as he’d roll alone along a desert road (apart from a few planes, tanks, terrorists, bombs and such).

That’s why I think he’d definitely need a Renault Duster with its own swanky protective scarf and sunglasses.

Also, the car manual stipulates the driver must be shirtless while operating this machine, dunno why, possible something to do with the gear shift…

ATTENTION : Loose Nut behind the Wheel!

HONK… If You Want To See My Finger!

CAUTION: I drive like you do !

HONK if you Admire Armitage!!!

Yup, it’s official! I can’t write a post that doesn’t at least mention Richard Armitage…

Be warned, this post is littered with RA pun pics I never got around to posting for Valentine’s Day.

They truly are not funny, a much too punny.

My only excuse? He made me do it!

Thank You to all you for your faboosh pics!

I could literally create the perfect Armitage Admirer, a Frankentige, if you will 🙂

I still need more of your face/body parts for my FanstRA4

Keep them coming!

Someone (I call her Miss DoubleS as in super smart for coming up with it…) sent the pics directly from PicMonkey, doing so anonymously, so remember you have the option to ‘share’.

I spent the last weekend at the cinema, trying to catch up on all those interesting Oscar films I’ve had to ignore during my exam season.

It was a mixed bag really, and none of the films really knocked my socks (or any other part of my clothing) off.

Time for an  incy wincy confession- as I mentioned before, I absolutely love those few seconds right before the movie or play starts, when the lights go off and you’re waiting for things to start.

Each time it happened I was more than a little disappointed I wasn’t seeing The Hobbit.

Yup, I think I’ve finally flipped.

Reading dwarf porn and such didn’t convince me, but this has.

But I’ve not completely gone over to the dark side as I still refuse to watch it dubbed.

No, I tell you! Never!

Anyway, one of the movies we watched was the Kathryn Bigelow film Zero Dark Thirty.

I’m not going into details and I shan’t be reviewing it as I hardly think I’m objective as a student of American Culture, and have a somewhat warped insider/outsider perspective.

The reason I mention it though is because this happened:

The scene shows waterboarding.

I lean over to my BFF Max and whisper:

Me: That looks hellish. Do you know Richard had to film waterboarding twice and it was a horrid experience for him cos as a child he fell into a pond while strapped in a stroller and the experience scarred him for life and he hates water now, but even for Captain America he had to sit in this weird submarine capsule and then they had water pouring into it… poor Richard…. *catching my breath*

Max: Usually grandmothers tell their grandchildren anecdotes about their own life.

You’re gonna be telling them stories about Richard Armitage’s life…

Touché, my dear friend…

And I’ll provide plenty of pictures so my grandkids can see what a real man looked like back in the day…

On top of that, all that sexy commando crap featured in the movie has got me yearning for Porter, so I may have to pull out my combat pants and sexy scarves and give dear John Six-pack a visit soon.

Yes, it’s been a little Armitage crazy around here of almost no fault of my own, and that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Armitage obsession is an involuntary condition, something you contract, much like the flu.

Unlike the flu though, some milk and honey and garlic won’t make it all better (unless you think of a VERY creative way of using it… OK, nevermind…).

Then you also need the support of your loved ones to either help you quit altogether or make you as comfortable in your condition as possible.

My sister decided she needed some cheesy viewing and we are rewatching Robin Hood.

Salt, wound, leather, Gizzy…

Can you blame a girl for not being able to come up with a good non-RA post?

As I suffer my condition, I shall not suffer it in silence (I really can’t do anything in silence…).
So what almost everything reminds me of either Richard, a part he’s played, something I saw/read on tumblr or a fanfic?

Who said that’s not an appropriate way to view the world, filtered through the beauty that is Armitage?

Don’t answer those questions, don’t ever answer them!

If this is wrong, looking at RA, how can a girl ever want to be right?

(again, rhetorical question, no need to answer…).

And that’s what I’m going to be telling my grandbabies 🙂