*FanstRAvaganza Day 3*
A while ago, I asked the question:
If you could write a fan letter to one of
Richard's characters, what would you say?
Here's what a few RA fans wrote...
Anything.
Anywhere.
Anytime....
Skully
Sir Guy,
Could you please loan some leather to Mr. Thornton?
He needs to loosen up a bit.
~violet8886
Dear Paul,
When I woke up this morning, you were gone!
I noticed you still had your socks on, but this time you left your shoes!
Stop by later, Hot Stuff...
I'll see you in my dreams.
Love ya,
Your #1 Fangirl (you know who!)
To all Richard's characters, especially Gisborne:
TAKE ME NOW.
~Nicole
Dear Mr North,
As you are no longer working for MI5 and have a very astute knowledge of all the back alleys of London – and I do not believe you left London the way it was suggestively depicted in Spooks 9.8 – I have a job offer for you. Could you lead theme tours through London, showing all the Spooks-related places and interesting sights? I know, after being head spy for MI5, this might seem a bit of a step down, but at least none of your former colleagues would suspect you still being in London and guiding funny and crazy RA-fans through town. Therefore, it would be the optimal hiding place right under the nose of MI5. Please let me know, if such an idea is interesting for you, as I will visit London soon and would love to attend such a tour myself (as I must admit, I belong to the crazy bunch).
Thank you for your kind attention in this matter.
Respectfully yours,
C. Doart
P.S.: Besides the tour through London, I also would love to hear the real story behind the events of Spooks 9 and your version of the explosion in Dakar.
Dear Guy,
Which 80s rock star were you channeling with your black leather get up?
Just wondering.....you look FANTASTIC in leather, BTW....
XoXo, Maria
Dear Lucas,
Did you by any chance take that boiler suit home with you?
~Sue
Darling John,
If you proposed to ME, I wouldn't turn you down.
Love, Bev
Dear Richard's Beard,
(Er, does that count as a character?)
I am so jealous of you, snuggling up to Richard's face like that!
Remember to mind your manners- don't get too itchy or catch too many crumbs.
~Your Secret Admirer
[Update: Richard was recently spotted without his beard.
Click HERE. "Secret Admirer" must've scared it away. :) ]
Dear Paul,
Got a smashing view of your backside the other day and just had to write and say what a lovely bum you have! Please feel free to flash those peaches as much as you like, especially in my direction!
~Sue
Dear Mr. Thornton,
Please don't ever put that cravat back on again.
Oh yes, and where can I find a yellow rose?
I looked in the hedgerow, but to no avail.
Maybe you could come help me?
Your ardent admirer forever,
Gwen
Cher Monsieur Monet,
Vos eyes are comme le ciel and blue as the sea;
Some melt at the sight, while others just squee.
Your clothes are a mess, and your hair a disaster -
But the poppies and lilies are simply a gasper.
The last, mon cher, was meant as a paeon,
Because those fleurs are a grand turn-on.
Because your eyes are hyacinth blue –
only the goat-beard must go too
To join the clothes in the Seine, never to be seen again.
The rest may stay and delight all nous;
To feast our eyes on a lovely vous.
Excusez, je beg, mon franglaise,
Malheureusement, I am not une francaise...
~fitzg
Dear Sir Guy,
If you need help getting into that oh so tight leather you know where I am.
~Sunshine387
PS-I'll be your Marian
Lucas,
WTF?!! Sorry, I promised myself I'd remain calm. I do feel for you. It's just not fair! I mean there you were, shut away from the world in that Russian prison camp for 8 years being tortured and half starved...that part was true wasn't it? Then you come back and find out your ex-wife turned into a Russian spy and treats you like a leper! When you finally meet a woman who seems to care for you, she turns into a two-faced killer with antifreeze in her veins and a master plan for world domination. I really enjoyed the way you finally told her off. That was great! Except that you must have forgotten when you said those words to her that you were in fact exactly the same, but I guess you didn't know yet because the scriptwriters failed to inform you (probably because they hadn't written that part yet).
So because I am your fan, I am refusing to believe all those bad things you supposedly did before you joined the Spooks team. I will even ignore the very questionable way you behaved in the last few episodes of series 9. I mean, how could you even think of doing any harm to dear old Malcolm? I think the Russians brainwashed you, and something in that suitcase triggered you into acting like a rogue agent. It's all a huge lie which will be explained properly some day if there is any justice in the world! Oh help! That's a very big IF!
Until then, stay strong, fight the good fight and remember what William Blake says:
A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
Your fan,
Phylly3
Dear Guy,
I was going to suggest you wear something other than black leather every once in a while, but then I realized how wrong that would be.
Please don't ever wear anything other than black leather.
Sorry about Marian. I don't know why she went and died on you.
*I* wouldn't have.
Lots of love,
Gwen
John Thornton, Manufacturer & Magistrate
Marlborough Mills
Milton
Darks.
Sir,
It has come to my attention that you have recently come into some £15,000. Pursuant to this fact, I have undertaken steps to sue you on behalf of a certain Mr. Stevens, a defenseless man who was not your equal, and who, on the afternoon of Nov. 17 inst., was thoroughly beaten up by you.
Furthermore, this incident was witnessed; to wit: some 40,000 Ladies of Good Standing through a new scientific invention called a DVD, which, like Mr. Awkwright’s invention of which you yourself are said to admire, provides irrefutable evidence that aforesaid incident did indeed take place.
My firm has sent out inquiries all over the globe to aforementioned Ladies for written depositions confirming the incident. We were very pleased to receive an immediate response favorable to my client from a Miss Latimer of Milton, who tells us she is eagerly looking forward to testifying against you. Oddly enough, though, all other depositions received so far, while agreeing wholeheartedly that my client was nowhere near your equal, are also of the opinion that my client was a fool who put everyone at risk. It’s clear then, that you have got to them first, and in a big way. I am undaunted nevertheless, and only await two more of the necessary witnesses to come forth to proceed with the case.
Please consider this letter only as a fair warning between gentlemen (not you so much, but me certainly.)
Sincerely,
Henry Lennox, Esq.
P.S. I assure you that this lawsuit has nothing whatever to do with your lately betrothed, Miss Hale, for whom I still have the utmost respect despite her (pretty weird, frankly, in my view) opinions in regard to knowing a good thing when she sees it.
~submitted by runeybette
Dear Ralph John Standring,
It came as a surprise to your bride-to-be and the viewers of the BBC series of
Sparkhouse to learn that your first name was Ralph and this surprise is in many ways symptomatic of the kind of man you are. You seem to be a very shy, awkward country bumpkin, in your grungy woolly jumpers and your multicoloured jackets. Your curly shaggy hair almost conceals your face and seems to reside under a woollen beanie before you get your hair cut. For me you are the epitome of that old adage "all that glitters is not gold." Even before the make-over, the observant viewer can make out the contours of the man you are. You reside with your grandfather, taking good care of him. When the old man dies, the church is packed with friends and well-wishers, as you tell Carol. That suggests that your grandfather was well-liked and respected in the community and I’m sure you share some of that regard. You are kind and loyal. Even those seemingly undeserving of people’s good opinion as Carol’s vicious dad are never subject to your contempt, but treated with care as a human being. You are a farmer and it is never suggested that you are anything but good at what you do. You are loyal in service and continue to work long after others would have left Carol’s feckless father to his own downfall. You are a good friend to Lisa from the beginning.
Under those overalls we notice the man. Broad shoulders that can bear troubles, long legs that stride about your work, strong arms that can help in a crisis, long delicate fingers that caress and care for and blue blue eyes that shyly express concern and love. You have loved Carol for the longest time, but it is when she suggests that you get together to make Andrew jealous that you realise that you love her as a man loves a woman. You have your moments of insecurity, of acute embarrassment and where you are tentative and unsure of how to approach your woman. You are overjoyed when she suggests marriage, but you are not willing to settle for less than a real relationship and hopefully, kids. Carol’s old attachment to Andrew threatens your relationship, and you now show your manliness. Your stature grows, your back straightens, you’re willing to take on Andrew and put him in his place. Meanwhile, even though you discover Carol’s direst secret, you bleed for her and reassure her with the most touching lines in the series, ”Never think you can’t tell me anything.”
You are born and bred in Yorkshire and like the Yorkshire landscape, you symbolise the seemingly unimpressive, but steadfast unto death. I see your true worth!
Your admirer,
MillyMe
A big thanks to everyone who participated! :)
Now it's your turn!
If you could write a letter to one of
Richard's characters, what would you say?
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