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hawleywilby · 6 months

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#ryan hawley #all creatures great and small #acgas 4x04 #4x04 #261023 #period drama #sid crabtree #absolutely breathtaking #his chest #i missed him so much #my set #*

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bobbie-robron · 6 months

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She’s gonna show us the ropes. Keep the wolf from the door until we bounce back.

26-Oct-2023

#all creatures great and small #acgas #ryan hawley #Sid Crabtree #series 4 #episode 4 #20231026 #part 4 #FINAL POST #I hope everyone enjoyed all the posts #hopefully we’ll see ryan is something else soon again 🤞

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idealuk · 5 months

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Thanks, my favourite British soap, I think that I just woke up my household with the noise that I just made upon belatedly seeing the following.

“Emmerdale” star Ryan Hawley is returning to his first television role in over two years. (News as of 19 Oct 2023)

Ryan's also coming back! Ryan's also coming back! RYAN'S ALSO COMING BACK!

Thank you, Danny, for proving my point that you wouldn't come back for a long stint with out him.

E.T.A.: Or not. I need to stop speed reading.

#emmerdale #robron #ryan hawley #danny miller #robert sugden-dingle #aaron sugden-dingle #robert sugden #aaron dingle #all creatures great and small #sid crabtree #robert x aaron #robertxaaron #robertaaron #aaron x robert #aaronxrobert #aaronrobert

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thelovetheystole · 5 months

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I don't usually do this to photos, but because it's Ryan, and because we'll probably never get a decent quality version of this one...

This is my (highly) enhanced and (very) edited version of the magazine pic of Ryan as Sid from All Creatures Great And Small.

I know it's not the most natural looking pic (no freckles 😔), but I had very little to work with. Just a very small, kind of blurry screen capture I took from the digital magazine.

#ryan hawley #sid crabtree #all creatures great and small

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servants-hall · 7 months

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All Creatures Great and Small - 4x04 Synopsis

From Radio Times:

Episode 4 - By the Book

Summary

James and Helen are keeping a secret, and following a visit to the Crabtree's Farm, Carmody is challenged with learning how to be a vet outside of his books. The new farmers have a worrying illness amongst their herd and James wants to help them in any way he can

Credits

James Herriot Nicholas Ralph Siegfried Farnon Samuel West Mrs Audrey HallAnna Madeley Helen Herriot Rachel Shenton Richard Carmody James Anthony-Rose Sid Crabtree Ryan Hawley Elsie Crabtree Chloe Harris Marie Crabtree Matilda Kent

Writer Maxine Alderton Director Andy Hay

#all creatures great and small #acgas 2020 #acgas spoilers #acgas press releases #acgas s4 #acgas 4x04 #james herriot #helen herriot #richard carmody

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porti0ncontrol · 6 years

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The Gray Man of the Chelsea Hotel

this article originally appeared at www.theawl.com

Every New Yorker worth their salt knows of and respects the history of the Chelsea Hotel with its vast hellish neon sign hanging over 23rd Street, a lamp for moths such as Dylan Thomas, Holly Woodlawn, Robert Mapplethorpe, Sid Vicious, Edie Sedgewick and William S. Burroughs. It is a ship for lost souls, a sort of Noah’s Ark of the damned - and the parties can be a lot of fun. Seeing those glowing letters forty-odd feet high through a fogged or rainy night can send a thrill up my spine rather reliably.

Naturally any vast sprawling old thing with a predilection for murder, suicides, murder-suicides and overdoses (perhaps we can just use the umbrella-term ‘loose cannons’) is going to attract its share of ghost stories, and I have my own little tale to add to the apocrypha of one of New York City’s most venerable institutions of art, madness and hedonism starring one of it’s most famous permanent residents.

A friend of mine and film producer I work with has a large grandfathered apartment on the 10th floor of the Chelsea, with a roof-deck, that he inherited from his mother who lived there at the place’s height of notoriety in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Every year in the spring he throws a rooftop party where friends and his neighbors all gather to eat, drink and smoke joints on the roof, and there are usually more than a few photographs and super 8 movies being taken as some of the most notorious New York artists mix with some of the most notorious New York derelicts, and for a few hours in June everything is as it should be.

About a year ago in the late fall, my friend and his wife were out of town for a long weekend and he had asked me to stop in once or twice to feed his cat for him and told me I was welcome to hang out at his place and spend the night if I wanted. On the Saturday night of this weekend my friend Lauren and I had gone to see ‘Milk’ at the Chelsea Clearview and as we left I said ‘hey I have access to an apartment and rooftop at the Chelsea Hotel, why don’t we go hang out there?’

After quick shopping for pate and two bottles of Prosecco we were in the elevator (that the ghost of Sid Vicious has been rumored to haunt). Then we were having a cocktail on the antique leather sofa and making a plate of snacks to take out onto the roof.

As a brief interjection to the narrative thrust: the particular ghost which is supposed to haunt the 10th floor of the Chelsea is known as the Gray Man, and he is (to put it mildly) not predisposed to kindness, so to speak. He lurks in the stairwell of the 10th floor and tries to get people to leap to their deaths (mainly children). Keep in mind, I was not thinking of this legend and Lauren had never heard of it at the time.

The roof of the Chelsea Hotel is a dark, twisty and brambling place with towers, odd little doorways to rooftop apartments, narrow alleys and idiosyncratic cornices, and many many dark and shadowed corners. Being up there at sunset with a large gathering of people is an entirely different experience then say, being two waifs in skinny jeans scurrying around a gothic rooftop in the dead of a November night.

Lauren, I will let you know, is a very level-headed and critical person, not prone to flights of fancy, and so we sat on the roof talking about its architecture and various events in our lives when she stopped mid-conversation and turned and looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. “Chris! Did you hear that?”

I hadn’t heard anything outside of the traffic down on 23rd Street and the occasional jet engine, and when I asked her what it was she said “I keep hearing a man’s voice saying ‘jump, go on jump. You’ll be fine, just go ahead and jump” and explained to me that a bizarre and inexplicable urge to jump off the roof of the Chelsea Hotel had entered her mind and would not be shaken. She asked that we move away from the edge of the roof where we had been perched, which is when we saw it.

A few yards away, half obscured by a chimney-stack was the darkened silhouette of a man, watching us from an inkwell of a corner. It could have been my eyes playing tricks on my mind and I tried to convince myself this was the case. That is up until it moved, stepping back into the darkness behind it.

Lauren and I quickly gathered our things and made our way across the roof, through coal black alleys that felt filled with eyes all the while feeling a menacing presence following behind us, just out of our field of vision - and it was not until we were safely back inside with the sliding glass door closed and locked behind us that we began to feel safe.

My friend has told me before that he feels his mother is still in the apartment she left to him, and so perhaps she kept at bay whatever angry presence dwells on the 10th floor of New York City’s answer to The Overlook. Lauren was visibly and deeply shaken, and we quickly finished the first bottle of Prosecco and did considerable damage to the 2nd before our nerves began to calm. We left soon after.

Later I shared with Lauren the story of the Gray Man, who urges people to jump from the 10th floor stairwell. Having never heard the legend she became positively aquiver and dropped the phone when I told her.

As a final footnote, two years later I had been devouring Patty Smith’s ‘Just Kids’ which recounted her life with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe; a large portion of which was spent in the Hotel Chelsea. On pages 197-98 (paperback ed.) she mentions the composer Lee Crabtree, a fellow resident, and “after several days I asked around for him, and Ann Waldman told me that, facing the loss of his inheritance and the threat of institutionalization, he leapt to his death from the roof of the Chelsea.

Is Lee Crabtree ‘the Gray Man’ or just one of his victims? One of the many casualties of the Chelsea. The incident has never left her mind and to this day Lauren is absolutely terrified of the Chelsea Hotel and refuses to set foot within its walls. Others, it seems, never leave.

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Note: I was later contacted by the sister and a friend of Lee Crabtree.

Sue Crabtree Spalding: “I am the sister of Lee Crabtree, who reportedly leapt to his death form the roof the Chelsea. Indeed, my brother leapt to his death, but not from the Chelsea. Indeed he was mentally ill, but the circumstances of his death - inheritance/institutionalization as reported by Patti Smith - are fiction. I find it very distressing that this urban myth is still being perpetrated.”

Wayne Ross: “Lee was a very good friend of mine and there are few days I don't think about him. He was kind, gentle and a really great piano player. I was visiting him a week before his death at the Chelsea. I still have a postcard that he sent me after my visit. Anyone is entitled to thier opinions but in my opinion he was not mentally ill. I seriously doubt that he and Patti Smith were even friends. I love Patti Smith records and I'm sure he would have mentioned her knowing that I was so fond of her. At the time he was visiting Gert Shiff a french writer and a comic artist, who's name I don't remember. He played with The Fugs, Bruce Mackay, Eric Anderson, Holly Model Rollers ( if I spelled it right ), Pearls Before Swine and others. He was working on his own music composition with a friend just before he died. Just as Sue said he did not jump from the Chelsea. I have music pieces myself which are dedicated to him. Lee Crabtree could not be the Gray Man it would not fit his personality. Sue is right it is an urban myth. I find it absurd that anyone would believe.”