Foyle’s War: A War of Nerves (2004)
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Foyle’s War: A War of Nerves (2004)
“Over by Christmas.”
Michael Kitchen–The Life of Rock with Brian Pern (2014)
It’s Foyle Friday and what a week it has been. Would you settle for Michael Kitchen with a case of the giggles?
Settle makes it sound like default. I’d leap for it.
Foyle and Sam lean by a car, part of a series of British Detectives leaning on cars.
I do hope everyone had a great #FoyleFriday
Detectives and babies. A series.
Handsome men, cute babies--what else do you want?
“I won’t hear a word said against the royals.” Hacks (2012)
Remember that time when DCS Foyle danced with the Queen?
A very happy #FoyleFriday to all!
I just may have to watch Hacks again if only for this interchange.
could you do a ranking of the british detectives please??
Well, I will start. This is probably won’t be a shock, but the short balding one (#sexyoldbones) is my #1. Feel free to weigh in. Just reblog with a picture or gif of your favorite and we’ll have a lovely post of all of our detectives:
Grantchester: the cop & Vicor detective combo!
Ok, that’s one vote for the shirtless Vicar and Geordie. Anybody else care to weigh in?
As a very small Kivrin I impressed on Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes.
Robbie Lewis: kindest of coppers.
Sassy Hathy and his cactus
I can’t believe I’ve never seen this gif before. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Re blogging for baby Lewis and Hathaway and a cactus.
Come now. Many delightful looks but really, is there anyone but Foyle?
Apparently blue PJ’s are standard issue for British Detectives. Good to know.
Have you every had one of those days where you wish you hadn’t changed out of your blue PJ’s?
Too many to count.
Here’s to ringing out the old year at the side of a handsome detective.
Second the motion.
We’re getting into the spirit of the season here at britishdetectives…
Now that’s the kind of decoration I could use.
Foyle’s War characters as contestants on Bake Off
ANDREW: Has interesting flavor ideas but falls down on execution (including, notably, forgetting to turn the oven on.) First to leave the tent.
MILNER: Meticulous, yet most likely to have a Bin Moment. Very good at making thirty identical things. Eliminated for a celebration layer cake that is deemed “too simple” in design.
FOYLE: Studies Mary and Paul’s publications exhaustively to prepare for the technicals. Stands on a box while he’s working. Gives Sue an epic dressing-down when she knocks over another contestant’s gingerbread scene. Resigns when he disagrees with the judging definition of “palmier.”
SAM: Always has to to be the last station visited by Paul and Mary for the mid-bake conversation because in week one she kept them talking so long. Once forcibly restrained by Mel to keep her from abandoning her caramel-in-process to help move someone else’s collapsing cake. Gets through to the final, to her own vocal surprise.
Stands on a box when he’s working? I think you hurt his feelings:
Baking Show parody hilarious. Right on.
Michael Kitchen b. October 31, 1948
Brimstone and Treacle (1976) Caught on a Train (1980) Out of Africa (1985) Enchanted April (1991) The Hanging Gale (1995) Foyle’s War (series 1: 2002) Foyle’s War (series 8/9: 2015) Brian Pern (2014-2017)
This is one man who just gets more and more gorgeous.
Is it me or is Tumblr’s new “update” for mobile absolutely awful?
Have a love/hate relationship with my phone but if Kitchen would work it for me it could be total love.
Kissing Detectives, sadly not a series….
Sure looks like a series to me.
Michael Kitchen–The Life of Rock with Brian Pern (2014)
It’s Foyle Friday and what a week it has been. Would you settle for Michael Kitchen with a case of the giggles?
Would settle for this any day, any hour
as requested...
@britishdetectives requested, and @anotherkitchenette seconded, shirtless Foyle eating waffles. I do my best. Apologies for my schoolgirl French.
Petit-déjeuner anglais ou belge? the landlady had said, and Christopher, impatient for her to leave them, had answered de rien, merci. Rosalind had laughed and said je voudrai le petit déjeuner belge, mais anglais pour mon mari, s’il vous plait.
When he woke, the first thing he noted was that the sun came from a different angle than in his own bedroom, and next that he could feel smooth sheets against all his skin from shoulder to heel, and finally that the bed was warm beside him. He opened his eyes as the door creaked.
Rosalind slipped in barefoot, wrapped in his dressing gown belted with the scarf she’d worn on the train yesterday. She had a laden tray in her hands, and her dark hair hanging loose down her back, and her eyes sparkled as she said “Good morning, Mr. Foyle.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Fo-oh!” He grabbed at the sheet as he sat up.
“Don’t worry on my account.” The chuckle in her voice was somehow more delightful than an open laugh. “Madame assured me she won’t want to do the room until afternoon. We won’t be disturbed.” She put the tray down on the bed, went back to latch the door, then shed the dressing gown as quickly as a fish slipping out of a net. She, too, was naked beneath, all rosy skin and dark curls. She climbed into bed beside him and pulled the tray closer, half over his lap and half over her own, before she kissed him.
The china rattled on the tray with their movements and regretfully Christopher turned his attention to adjusting the pillows. His stomach growled, and he reflected that Rosalind had been right to countermand his dismissal of breakfast.
On his plate there was a hearty slice of black pudding, a fried egg, beans, and a grilled tomato; on Rosalind’s there stood a thing like an outsized honeycomb made of bread. When she saw him looking at it she broke off a piece with her fingers and held it out for him.
“It’s called a gaufre,” she said. “It’s a bit like a crumpet, with more air in it.”
He nipped her fingers in fun as he took it in his mouth. She trailed her hand along his arm as he chewed. It was light and crisp, and not as sweet as he’d imagined. “Delicious,” he said, and kissed her again.
The French is fine, the fic charming and the image wonderful.
Today is also the anniversary of the premiere of Enchanted April with, you guessed it, the very handsome Michael Kitchen.
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Swoon. And again.
Foyle’s War: The French Drop (2004)
One of my favorite eps