Adam Carter is dead; long live that bloke who Dawn French married in the Vicar of Dibley who’s come in to fill the void in our hearts!
So Adam Carter off-of Rupert Penry-Jones has carked it. The silly sausage just didn’t get out of an exploding vehicle in time, which is rather reckless of him.
It was bound to happen. Just when we’ve formed a deep, meaningful and totally healthy relationship with the lead gennelman off-of Spooks and moved in with them at least according to the voices in our heads and named our first cat and taken smug walks round Habitat but not hand-in-hand, people, ’cause that’s just sick – they go and blow him up!
It’s just. Not fair.
And then they think just by bringing in another Hotty McHot our fickle hearts will move on within a mere hour’s worth of high-octane MI5-related drama and embrace this USURPER!
Oh but, you know, this Lucas gennelman AKA Richard Armitage does have nice eyes… And it looks like he’s seen the inside of a gymgaysium and not just the showers… And when he came out of that dirty Ruskie prison after eight loooooong years he did have a certain rough, ready, bend-us-over-backwards-on-our-hostess-trolley thing going on. And life is for the living…
In conclusion, oh hello!
Oh but lest we forget, let’s look at all the naked pictures of Rupert Penry-Jones we could find. Ashes to ashes, cock to cock, etc…
Spooks-ness: R.I.P. Adam Carter.,