"I'm a Prince, not a doctor…"

Ere now, that Siddig El Fadil ~ he's done awreyt fer himself, hasn't he just? Started off doing theatre, TV work an suchlike, got a steady job working on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine fer what, seven years or summat, and now look ~ bam! Crops up in Syriana wi George Clooney. And he's still cute as a button! Haven't seen Syriana yet, will maybe wait fer't VCD, and then I'm only watching it fer Bashir. Sorry, Siddig…

And didn't we almost pee ourselves in excitement? Yes, we sat and watched Sharpe's Rifles, and crikey blimey Charlie, it were FAB… Favourite moments include: Sharpe first meets Pat Harper, Sharpe and Pat have a fight int hay wi broken bottles and suchlike, Sharpe gives his new "Chosen Men" some harsh words ("Chosen Men are yer? Well I didn't chyoose yer!"), Sharpe gives Senorita Teresa the eye (and some really crappy pick-up lines!), Sharpe shows a few officers of the blood why you should never trip a rifleman… The list goes on.


But bloody ell, I think that green rifleman's jacket is superglued on ~ he never bloody takes it off! It must be bloody stiff wi all the mud and shite that it's been soaked in, and yet it never gets so much as an unbuttoning past the sixth or so button. Fuck's sake! Where's the justice? Where's the fairness? Where's the talent, man! Come on! This is girlie porn is this ~ sweaty, muddy fighting men with Yorkshire accents and a talent fer bar-room brawling. All that's missing is a few shots of im wi'owt his jacket. Come on, don't let us down now.


Guess we'll have to wait till't next DVD, eh. Hope springs eternal. Peach and lube.

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Siddig El Fadil ~ Julian Bashir ~ Star Trek ~ Syriana ~ George Clooney ~ Sean Bean ~ Sharpe ~ Chosen Men ~ porn