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He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue


Look at this photo today, Henry in the bath, definitely one for the ladies. For mine, young Henry here evokes Mr Darcy here, strapping, proud, defiant; every inch of him the gentleman. Take a second glance, and he’s Bond, Henry Bond. Look again and it’s Sir Thomas More. Truly a man for all seasons.

You have to admit that he looks the sort of fellow that can run the mile in three minutes, tie a Windsor knot with his eyes closed, wrangle a dozen rogue elephants with his bare hands, sing a baritone like Paul Robeson, and solve the Da Vinci Code in mere seconds. Think MacGyver in a cloth nappy.

Now don’t confuse the dripping liquid down his rippling chest with mere bathwater. Oh no. That’s sweat. The sweat that can only come with extreme physical exertion. I had him out back all of yesterday breaking boulders with his teeth. Did he complain...?

What do you think?


[Don’t forget today’s question, now don’t be shy, this is social science in action...]

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USelaine said…
I'm seeing George Clooney as Dr. Ross rescuing a child from a raging storm drain. But I've had some wine this evening.
22 September 2008 at 17:59
Maria Verivaki said…
definitely mr d'arcy...
22 September 2008 at 18:05
alice said…
Answering to your question on my blog today, I think your young gentleman is more confortable in his bath than in the Morbihan Gulf. The temperatures of the sea are around 15-17 °C...;-)
22 September 2008 at 18:52
Sarah said…
Funny!
It seems he is feeling so Relax!
22 September 2008 at 20:00
 gmirage said…
hehe, Henry has surely grown big...There's Joaquin Phoenix too!!! ;-)
22 September 2008 at 22:55
magiceye said…
love your imagination!
23 September 2008 at 01:15
Jane Hards Photography said…
Not Thomas Moore. Fine upstanding man, but he did tend to loose his head. He definitely has a Darcy quality. A much as I love Bond(Connery,closely followed by Craig) he is a psychopath.
23 September 2008 at 05:54
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, I can see that. It is a dashing image!

M Kiwi, that was my gut call too.

Alice, thanks for the answer. It will be some time before our beaches reach those temperatures!
23 September 2008 at 14:47
Kris McCracken said…
Sara N, he does like a bath...

Mirage2g, he’s very heavy too. He does like meat more than young Joaquin, however!

Magiceye, my wife both loves and hates it. But she is very judgemental like that. ;)

Babooshka, I’ve just revisited his Utopia, well worth a read. I like the idea of the family inspecting and probing the potential grooms and brides stripped naked as to assess their adequacy. Very nice.
23 September 2008 at 14:50
Jo's-D-Eyes said…
What do I think?
He looks like Henry:)
I think that you are proud, to have a son like him....

I just 'met' your son Henry THROUGH THIS BLOG, and I think that he looks like a butler ( I donot know his name)

But also......that this boy is 'an angle' pure, adorable and a sweet kid. He's a pretty an innocent great boy, You (parents) can be proud of a kid like this!!!
25 September 2008 at 10:56
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