jeremy's iron?

Last night's post and filmwatching inspired me to highlight another instance of unappreciated hotness (I smell a theme for the week) - well, at least, not as much as it should be. Ladies and gentlemen (but mostly gentlemen), Charles Ryder:



Yeah, he's still attractive, even though his fantastic Leicester was easily outshone by the hotness that was Hugh Dancy's (fuck you Claire Danes!) Essex (and both by Helen of course). But there's just something about him in Brideshead Revisited: the accent, the inflection, the smoking, the drinking, the implied homosexual contact, it's all just bloody perfect. Plus the ass shots don't hurt either.

Sorry, fagged out for a bit there, so here's a video of kids blowing shit up. Enjoy.


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[Ed: The above subject line is in no way to be construed as sexual, making reference only to a brilliant quote with which everyone, as my friend, should recognize immediately. That's not to say that I wouldn't like to spend some quality time with '81 Jeremy Iron's "iron", but we're trying to be classy here. Jesus.]