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Tuesday Giggles: All-Time Hotties of PBS Version

Because I am stressed today and need a good grin, you get the All-Time Hottest Hunks of PBS. A few of the usual suspects are there (Cumberbatch, Branagh, Isaacs, Stevens, always a pleasure) as well as a few unexpected gems as demonstrated above (Jeremy Irons + Anthony Andrews = the whole package). Best of all, they are there for all the right reasons. Rocks a tweed. Good stubble. Broods attractively. You get the picture. Happy browsing!

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  1. LOL - I saw this list a few days ago and I think it's great. I do love me some PBS. And wow! about Jeremy Irons. It almost makes me sad that I was much to young to appreaciate him back in 1982. :)
    Good luck with the stress. I hope tomorrow is better for you.

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    1. Me, too, Misti! He was much older when I first ran across him. More's the pity . . .

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  2. A great list!!!! Ooo la la!!!
    I hope today goes better for you and you feel less stressed.

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    1. Lol! Thanks, Lin. This was a step in the right direction. ;)

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  3. Thank you. Sincerely, thank you.


    (Here's for a more relaxed tomorrow)

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  4. This list made my day, Angie! It's kinda the truest list ever. And I LOVE that Laurence Fox got number 1--I'm always pushing that show on everybody.

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    1. Huzzah!

      I knew that #1 slot would get you. It's still on my list to get to!

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  5. I love PBS. Endeavor is a good show, it seems like Inspector Lewis might be over and this one is supposed to fill the void? Also: I laughed when they described Jason Isaacs' "cute little sticky-outy ears".

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    1. I haven't actually seen Endeavor, so good to hear it's good. I have a good friend who's doing her best to get me to start Inspector Lewis posthaste.

      The ears comment -- hilarious.

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