burntcopper | Fuckses.

Robert Addie just died last week from lung cancer, apparently only diagnosed a few weeks ago. One of my absolute fave actors, and one of the first blokes I had a crush on. For those who're going 'who?', Robert played Guy of Gisburne in Robin of Sherwood, as well as a fair few other things, but he's mostly famous for playing an utter bastard as Guy and enjoying himself too much in it, like the rest of the cast. In real life he was fantastic, fond of a dirty joke, taking the piss, very funny, sexy as hell even though he'd stopped being a pretty boy, and was basically... argh. Dunno how to say any more, besides a couple of recollections from Silver Arrow in May.

(on one of the cast making a joke about Fury being made into dogmeat), a bellow from across the room "That's my horse you're talking about!"

"Us real actors don't need microphones, we've mastered this thing called projection."

The amazed double take and once-up-and-down I got from him when he turned round and saw my Cabaret outfit, insisting on taking a picture. Well, I was wearing a very small amount for an RoS convention, where normal dress is ankles to neck.

The 'oh god' when someone unearthed the picture of him on the polo team at 17. Followed by, later in the evening, the wince when he asked what the hell our table was giggling about and we stuttered 'chainmail underwear'. Considering the chainmail on RoS was made of knotted string, that shrunk when wet - we'd already got a story out of him about that - shrinkage on that area would not be appreciated.

Fuckses. he'll be missed greatly.