Would I have to start planning outfits around the tattoo like I plan for weather?
This week I’m moving from one end of the Obnoxiously Objectifying spectrum (Glenn Danzig) riiiiight to the other with a prime example of quintessential British manhood: Rupert Penry Jones.
From Poirot to The 39 Steps, Persuasion and Cold Comfort Farm, Rupe can be always relied on to look dashing in period costume – with or without sideburns, sporting a frock coat or breeches, he looks perfectly at home striding about in a commanding manner. And because the parts he plays are invariably buttoned-up, upper class, emotionally repressed chaps, he does a mean line in stuttering, awkward declarations of love too. Sigh.
According to Wikipedia, one of his earliest film roles was 'wild-looking young man' in Black Beauty. Fit.
I love his suntanned, healthily pink skin, schoolboy blonde haircut and the fact that he always wears crisp white v-neck shirts with sensible pullovers or cardigans when appearing on the sofa on breakfast television, like a nice, polite, well brought up boy.
And yes, as usual I am happily conflating the real life Rupert P-J with the swashbuckling/endearingly bumbling characters he plays (Richard Hannay in The 39 Steps and Whitechapel’s DI Joe Chandler) – what of it?
And I think he's a bit of a reformed bad boy, who swopped dating pop stars (Kylie) and motorbikes and partying for family life with Dervla Kirwan. Lucky, lucky Dirvla...
So am I the only one who's fallen for Rupert's devlishily attractive posh boy charms? I think not! Share!
Picture Credit: Rex Features