Okay, either blogger has just added stats to the dashboard, or I’ve just never noticed them. I love attention, so I jumped at the chance to see how many people notice me. The results are… surprising.
First of all, I need to do some revamping of this blog. Put some pictures of my books on it and stuff. Because otherwise, people might think this blog is about Colin Firth. According to stats, until I wrote my rebuttal to Laurel K. Hamilton, my most viewed entry was one that I wrote about Colin Firth. More specifically, it was a post made up of lies about Mr. Firth.
Now, the simple fact of the matter is, while Colin Firth is a great actor and generally under-recognized for his contributions to film and indeed, even literature (because everyone knows by now that Mark Darcy in the Bridget Jones books and columns is based entirely off of Firth’s portrayal of Mr. Darcy in the flawless miniseries adaptation of Pride and Prejudice), I don’t really have much more I can say about the man. I’m not what you would call a huge fan. If he’s in a movie I was otherwise uninterested in, I’m not likely to go see that movie based on his presence alone. In fact, when I hear the name “Firth”, I don’t even think about Colin.
I think about his brother, Jonathan.
In the 1990’s, there was a television series called Covington Cross. You probably don’t remember it, because it was only on for like, six episodes in the United States. Time and detective work uncovered the rest of the season for me, and I’ve enjoyed it for years, despite the fact that the series ended on something of a cliffhanger (Do Richard and Charlotte get married or something? What about Eleanor’s new found love of all things feminine? Does John Mullens pursue Lady Elizabeth romantically? Because that was hinting at pretty hard in one of the last scenes). Imagine, if you will, the show Bonanza (Or, if you’re familiar with it, The Big Valley), only in Robin Hood times. It was super awesome.
Jonathan Firth, Colin’s younger brother, played Richard Grey, the middle son who was always struggling for his father’s love and trying to make a name for himself despite being dealt the shitty medieval hand of being the second son and not the one who stands to inherit all the titles and land and stuff.
I have no idea what has happened to Jonathan Firth, because I’m bad at keeping up with actors that I like. All I care about is that I still have my copies of Covington Cross, and that the inclusion of the name Firth will bring me some kind of blog traffic.
