There’s something a little stuffy and almost a bit pretentious about Colin Firth that I’ve always thought made him sexy. Then again, I’ve had a thing for Englishmen as long as I can remember, and if you’ve been paying attention to my Man Candy Monday posts, you’ve probably noticed that little trend cropping up quite often.
Bridget Jones had the right idea choosing Mark Darcy. MEOW! I have no shame and I don’t care what anyone says… English men are HOT! Colin Firth is HOT! End of story… or maybe not. Mr. Darcy definitely makes me swoon. How about you?
If you’re a fan of Jane Austen, you may be shocked when the future King George VI shouts out words that would make a fishwife blush. Actually if you’re the kind of person that knows what kind of reputation fishwives, you’ll love the King’s Speech. It’s all terribly understated British art film elegance and just the kind of thing to garner plenty of Oscar nominations. I’m afraid however, dear people, that the sun has set on the English empire and the Royals of eighty years ago were just as much a crop of disreputable clods as our current Royals.