Mourning Mark Darcy

mark darcy

Stuart Forward

Recent graduate living in Leeds. Lover of the Caribbean, obscure books, beer and things people don't give a toss about. Aspiring publisher. Wannabe Belgian. @StuForward

Grief takes many forms. My grief on hearing of the death of Mark Darcy was profound. Sleepless nights, Elbow on repeat, too much ice cream. I’m still in denial.

The perfect, stoic, sizzling man is dead, replaced in the Bridget Jones universe by the young pretender, Roxster. I cannot.

I’m just going to hide for a while.

bridget denial covers

As I mourn, I’m haunted by the questions of why, how, who, why, why Helen, why? The answers will be in a book, Mad About the Boy, which I probably will not read, so the questions will never leave me and the ghostly spectre of Mark Darcy’s awkward charm will remain unfinished man business.

But let us not rest in mournful sorrow. Let us rise up in celebration of a life well-lived and of his enduring example of reserved, classy manliness, the Mark against which all future generations of suitors will be judged. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we remember:

 

That time he smiled at you.

mark darcy smile

That time he made you feel a bit guilty for fancying a man wearing a reindeer jumper.

mark darcy christmas jumper

That time he wanted your wobbly bits.

mark darcy bed

 

bridget jones wobbly bits

That time he kicked ass (well, tried to)  for you.

mark darcy fight

That time he dragged Hugh Grant outside and got a bit wet for you.

That time he literally jumped head-first through a glass window for you.

mark darcy window

That time he helped you make blue soup.

bridget jones blue soup

That time he got you off that drugs charge.

bridget jones drug thailand

That time he went all meta and confused you.

mr darcy

That time he was a king and you were his queen.

colin firth kings speech

That time he liked you just the way you are.

That time he just stood there in the snow looking ravishingly at you.

mark darcy snow

That time he…

mark darcy bridget

Oh god. Too many emotions. Cut to commercial.

bridget jones vodka

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