Guyday Friday Flashback: Meet Glamour Guy

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This is an edited version of a review I wrote for Ep 5 of Series 3 of Robin Hood, originally posted at my Live Journal blog and enhanced here by some artwork and GIFs from that same episode. All hail Glamour Guy as Guyday Friday continues . . .

Robin made the announcement: “He’s back.” And oh, my heavens, he certainly is.

Guy of Gisborne, of late in the hands of Prince John, returned to Nottingham after two episodes – two entertaining episodes, albeit, but
definitely missing something essential to this viewer – and I wanted to scream for joy.

I admit I was quite awestruck by Guy’s sheer beauty. Surely it is illegal for one man to be that attractive?

Indeed, PJ (who looks quite the dandy himself, judging from the publicity stills and previews) must have sent Guy to the royal spa, providing him with a good bath, a shampoo and deep conditioning treatment for his tangled mane, followed by a pristine new suit of clothes.

Mind you, I thought he was gorgeous, all dirty and greasy-haired and mad-eyed. Such is the splendiferousness of the actor named Richard
Armitage.

But after that long, dry spell, to see my darling Guy sleek and well turned out once more, what a treat!

To gaze upon that sexy smirk, that commanding look and see a cool and confident Gisborne (if only for a short while, until the writers had him foiled by Robin once again. Sigh. Well, the show is actually “Robin Hood” and not “Guy of Gisborne: Team Leather Forever,” more’s the pity).

Back to Guy’s hair (I am a bit obsessed with it at the moment, can you tell?). Guy could have starred in the medieval version of a Pantene shampoo commercial with that lustrous, dark mane (such an exquisite frame for those strong masculine features), rumbling those words, “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” in that rich, chocolate voice of his.

Oh, I don’t hate you because you’re beautiful. I have to wipe the drool forming on my chin, fan myself a bit; rub my eyes to make sure I’m not imagining a mere mortal could look that scrumptious.

But I certainly do not hate you.

As for the rest of the show (there was someone on-screen other than Guy? Oh, right, there was), that poor, sad old lion was a bit ridiculous. I was quite hoping Robin would decide to show his bravado and stick his head in the lion’s mouth, with Leo biting it off (assuming he still had any teeth), but no such luck. (Sorry, any Robin fans out there; you must understand I am Gizzy’s girl through and through.)

Of course, poor Guy gets thwarted yet again–why would I expect anything different?–and has to return to Nottingham Castle with his ego somewhat wounded but his glorious mane perfectly intact. I swear, it’s hard to say which is the most beautiful proud stallion outside the castle gate, Guy or the horse.

Izzie (the sister we never knew existed) is quite beautiful and indeed, her mane of dark hair, light eyes and lovely bone structure remind one of Guy.  I do think Isabella is going to  be a real thorn in big brother’s side, between outrageous flirting with PJ and her obvious interest in Arrow Boy. I must say Robin certainly seems to be over Maz, not that he hasn’t been since the end of the first episode.
Do I sound  catty?
Well, meow.

Glad Little John got some more screen time; sorry it was his chesticles and not Guy’s we got to glimpse. We haven’t even had a tiny bit of Allan’s bare chest this season, yet everyone else seems to be doffing their shirt. Writers, writers . . . . remember, it isn’t only children who are watching.

Methinks Vasey is feeling the heat. He is sounding quite like the Red Queen screaming “off with their heads” as he tries to convince everyone he is still the man in charge. Vasey seemed shocked and rather glad to see Guy back – don’t you know he quite missed having him to berate?

Really looking forward to Toby Stephens as Prince John in next week’s ep. I suspect the talented and toothsome Mr. Stephens will provide us
with a deliciously evil PJ . . .

*author’s note: Oh, if I had only known just how treacherous that bunny boiler sister would prove to be . . .  my poor Guy!*

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    • There’s a story behind this post. LJ has suddenly been bombarding me with spam comment alerts. They are screened so they don’t show up at my blog there, but my gosh, I’ve gotten hundreds of them, literally, over the last couple of weeks, coming into my Window Live Mail. Really annoying.

      Most are attached to the post about Glamour Guy. I have seen it so many darned times I decided I might as well recycle it and do something productive after all that waste in my email box. 😉 I am a tad griped with LJ right now.

        • I try to remind myself that, unlike Ellington, the platform we originally used for the paper before moving to WP for our website, at least I CAN delete entries here. Oh, they had a DELETE button. It just didn’t do anything. If you had an entry that you wanted to remove, the best you could do was go back and bury it by changing the publishing date. That was it. It was also so user-unfriendly . . . I am pretty sure the Marquis de Sade designed it. Or Vasey.

          • I am constantly amazed by the technology of my lifetime (as I lay on the soft, furball on lap, typing a mesaage on a tiny computer that sometimes I use to telephone people. I try to communicate this to my students, but they can’t remember a world without it. When did I get so old? I feel 25.

              • LOL One of the reasons I don’t text. The keys on my little phone are just too small for my chubby fingers. I can manage fine typing in stuff on my Kindle Fire as far as looking up stuff on IMDB or Amazon.

            • I am equally amazed. And it has to be hard for young people to imagine a time without cell phones, texting, streaming video and handheld video games, etc. Heck, I well remember when my parents’ telephone was on a party line and not a computer in sight in my high school classrooms. In my head and heart, I am in my early 30s. Pre FMS. Somehow, the exterior has 20 years on my inner Angie.

              • I mentioned a while back that the TV remote is like prosthesis to my husband..so too the cell phone for my students. ( I gave one to my son (14) mostly so I could find him when I needed him, but he lost it – twice – he’s not interested yet evidently) I recently read an article about texting being the new doodling – it drives me INSANE in the classroom, but apart from collecting all phones and media devices, I’m not sure what to do about it since we’re constantly being advised that we should do everything we can to integrate this technology into pedagogy – uggh! It’s bad enough I”ve had to watch Jersey Shore to stay currrent on the lingo!

              • I asked my husband what the boss’s daughter did at work that kept her from picking up the mail daily and he started thumbing an air keyboard. 😉

              • Wow . . . now I have never experienced not having a phone (although there are times I would gladly live without one now!!) We got our first color TV in 1965 or 66. The first show I saw was Daniel Boone and I was amazed at how red Jemima Boone’s hair was LOL

            • Normally I would use my iPad when in a prone position (where I like to be on a cold fall night 😉 ) but my lovely children temporarily decommissioned it by dropping it and cracking the screen. *sigh* I am being a nice Mommy and waiting until after X-mas to get it fixed.

            • My friend’s 11 year old daughter has just been given a mobile phone..I think she’s already addicted to it! Her friend informed me that a girl in their class has 2 (!) boyfriends! Apparently they’re “not properly kissing” yet but they do give each other “pecks on the lips”..Hmmm interesting…I knew kids start early these days but I wasn’t aware they started THIS early.

              • This is precisely why I worry about my daughter – girls especially are innudated with images at such an early age. I banned the Bratz dolls early on, but the new thing is Monster High – do a google search on that -yikes Do you think they still make chastity belts? (only kidding of course – sort of )

              • I tried to post earlier, but it didn’t take – hopefully it won’t duplicate. This is my worry with my daughter. Girls especially are inundated with all of these images – I struggle to find bottoms for her that actually cover her bottom. Everything is so low in the rise, that all you see is 7 year old crack all over the playground! I can’t wait for puberty – do they still make chastity belts? (just kidding – I think?!)

              • For some reason, it cama in as anonymous and went into the moderate comment section, so that’s why it didn’t appear. Anyway, I can completely understand a mom’s trepidation. Between shows like that and then the whole glitz pageant thing with little girls layered in fake hair, lashes, teeth, nails, tans and a ton of makeup, put in revealing outfits and chorepgraphed to the hilt–oh my. It’s perfectly understandable.

              • These pageant things terrify me with their implications, small children taught to behave as if they are nubile and competing for attention in that way, parents dressing them like Barbie dolls.

                I wonder, do they still make Levis 501s in small sizes, like a 3? My daughter wore those to school when she was eight and they might just be cool enough to be seen as “retro” fashion. They covered everything decently and stayed up when she played hard.

              • When a little girl declares that facial beauty is THE most important thing in life, it sends a shiver down my spine. I give thanks that, while my mother encouraged good grooming and being presentable in appearance, the emphasis was on developing our intelligence and talents and having morals and values. It’s a very sad message those parents and grandparents are sending their youngsters.

              • Sad indeed. They’re saying, “You’re worthless unless you’re pretty and sexy, according to the standards you see in the media.” That’s criminal, a recipe for depression.

    • Uhhhhhm. me too. After I saw Guy in the first ep, I had fantasies of giving him a nice warm bath and working shampoo through those wet locks, massaging those tense muscles . . . this was after I had dragged him to my cavewoman cave and had my wicked way with him whilst he was still greasy and dirty. Because he really looked as if he needed some–relief. Then we’d have the nice bath time. Preferably in a big tub with room for two. 😉

  1. I forgot to mention that I love your review Angie!Very insightful and funny.Toby Stephens was great as PJ. Now, if only Richard could work with his mum as well.. A guest spot in Downton Abbey please..?

    • Thank you. After seeing it a million times in my inbox, it still seemed to hold up well, so I thought I might as well share it. I will probably plunder my files again on future occasions. 😉 Oh, I would love it if RA could play opposite Dame Maggie. She’s a legend. 😀

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