Barrowman concert
pubmeet fun, and of course, was entirely dominated by Trek and how glorious it was. Main reaction being : 'we can has more? nao?'
Alex turned up around 3, I hugged him as greeting, and then got a lot of laughs and some 'ohmigod, you and *alex*?' from certain people who hadn't heard from the congossip. But since pubmeet is *where* we gossip, I suppose this was warranted.
Went Oxford, which is a much smaller station than I'd thought, and good god, it's terribly picturesque. Admittedly I didn't go much further than the high street, doing a quick trawl for food places (giraffe, where i had planned on first thought, said ten minute wait, then I looked at the new menu and couldn't see owt I wanted, so i hi'ed it to GBK. Mmm, chorizo burger.) I must say good evolution of having a bunch of the clubs and pubs on the way to the station. GBK is opposite Jamie's Italian, and I was in the window, occasionally glancing out at the queue. then another queue started forming at 7 at the theatre next door. And kept growing. and growing. Doors were supposed to open at 7, the family next to me also glanced out and we exchanged 'the hell is that for?'. Turned out they were also Barrowman-ing, and we couldn't figure out why the queue. Got into the queue when i finished at 7:15, the queue started moving pretty quickly - turned out there were technical difficulties, hence why they opened late.
Merchandising - large amount of t-shirts, surprisingly tasteful, lots of sports-style 'Team Barrowman', and few with his face on. Programme was large glossy photos from the album photoshoot, bugger all text, which is a relief, since you don't need to tell us what he's been in.
Lots of high-energy numbers with backing dancers of the 'Don't Stop Me Now' persuasion, a few from the album, Life is a Rollercoaster, I Won't Send Roses, I Am What I Am as the encore, a mad mashup of musicals done as a comedy skit with scottish accent and bad scots dancing which was bloody hysterical (If the Glasgow dvd doesn't have it I will pout a *lot*, because the JCS bit alone was brilliant, with the male dancers walking off as a couple with a 'how dare you' look at JB), lots of innuendo and bitchy chat and anecdotes (next time, NO DOGS). Daniel Boys got two numbers per act, which were gorgeous, though I'm unconvinced of his dancing ability. He produced a lot of sighs from the audience (Danny Boys' default setting = adorable). The 'I Know Him So Well' duet was beautiful. Utterly fucking gorgeous and restrained as hell. oh, and it turns out that the Dr Who dance is the Slosh. which his parents were brought out to perform. Basically, terribly silly and highly enjoyable, and JB was having a whale of a time pointing out his observations of people in the audience.
Alex turned up around 3, I hugged him as greeting, and then got a lot of laughs and some 'ohmigod, you and *alex*?' from certain people who hadn't heard from the congossip. But since pubmeet is *where* we gossip, I suppose this was warranted.
Went Oxford, which is a much smaller station than I'd thought, and good god, it's terribly picturesque. Admittedly I didn't go much further than the high street, doing a quick trawl for food places (giraffe, where i had planned on first thought, said ten minute wait, then I looked at the new menu and couldn't see owt I wanted, so i hi'ed it to GBK. Mmm, chorizo burger.) I must say good evolution of having a bunch of the clubs and pubs on the way to the station. GBK is opposite Jamie's Italian, and I was in the window, occasionally glancing out at the queue. then another queue started forming at 7 at the theatre next door. And kept growing. and growing. Doors were supposed to open at 7, the family next to me also glanced out and we exchanged 'the hell is that for?'. Turned out they were also Barrowman-ing, and we couldn't figure out why the queue. Got into the queue when i finished at 7:15, the queue started moving pretty quickly - turned out there were technical difficulties, hence why they opened late.
Merchandising - large amount of t-shirts, surprisingly tasteful, lots of sports-style 'Team Barrowman', and few with his face on. Programme was large glossy photos from the album photoshoot, bugger all text, which is a relief, since you don't need to tell us what he's been in.
Lots of high-energy numbers with backing dancers of the 'Don't Stop Me Now' persuasion, a few from the album, Life is a Rollercoaster, I Won't Send Roses, I Am What I Am as the encore, a mad mashup of musicals done as a comedy skit with scottish accent and bad scots dancing which was bloody hysterical (If the Glasgow dvd doesn't have it I will pout a *lot*, because the JCS bit alone was brilliant, with the male dancers walking off as a couple with a 'how dare you' look at JB), lots of innuendo and bitchy chat and anecdotes (next time, NO DOGS). Daniel Boys got two numbers per act, which were gorgeous, though I'm unconvinced of his dancing ability. He produced a lot of sighs from the audience (Danny Boys' default setting = adorable). The 'I Know Him So Well' duet was beautiful. Utterly fucking gorgeous and restrained as hell. oh, and it turns out that the Dr Who dance is the Slosh. which his parents were brought out to perform. Basically, terribly silly and highly enjoyable, and JB was having a whale of a time pointing out his observations of people in the audience.