We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Diana Rigg [the real Mrs. Peel] was one of the most truly sexy/smart beautiful women in television when she protrayed the lovely Mrs. Peel. As you undoubtedly know, Thalpy, she was a classically trained actress [Royal Shakespeare Company, IIRC]. She could do anything in the acting venue, including attract and keep as her Significant Other for many years the equally talented actor Timothy Dalton, who, my husband and I feel, was the best James Bond next to the inimitable Sean Connery. Besides being beautiful and sexy of course [he doesn't think so but I do].
"Age hath not withered nor custom staled," her charm and talent, of course, although it has 'had a go' at taking down some of her beauty. But what the hey. She's still Diana ...
NorthCountry ... Now you've hit another nerve ... Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner -- a truly ground-breaking TV show, mostly due to McGoohan's talent. What an actor that man was, as of course was Patrick McNee, or John Steed as he was known on The Avengers.
Do you have any idea what they feed these Brits that gives them such an edge over American actors? Well, of course, first they educate them about the great works of great writers of the past. But then, they keep them from this cookie-cutter looks stuff, so that they look like real people, not Hollywood actor types. When they're handsome, they're handsome in their own individual way, not pretty-boy all-the-same. Take Clive Owen, who's not handsome, but is very appealing looking. He can be either a villain or a hero and be convincing. So can Daniel Day-Lewis. Even Rupert Everett, for whom I have a sneaking fondness, has the leavening charm of realism. When he first arrived in Hollywood, he answered one reporter in his first presser, "Oh, I'm gay as a goose." And that disarmed and de-fanged the usual snide is-he-isn't-he crowd.
Of course, all actors are needy creatures [my brother-in-law is one, so I know] but the Brit's dash of down-to-earth honesty makes me especially like them.