The good, the bad and the in no way ugly
Round up of my day at the Greatest Show in the Galaxy with pics and fangirl excitement, some drivelling about my stupid head (please feel free to skip) and pic of a pretty lady.
The good
blu04 and I are very, very bad for each other. I was planning to go to the Greatest Show in the Galaxy on Saturday and Blu was adamant that she wasn’t going. Until I talked her into it. Although if I’m honest, she didn’t take that much convincing. I merely pointed out that we could go there and back in a day and split the petrol money. Not exactly arm breaking stuff!
So we started out Sat morning (far too early for a Sat morning, but not as early as others) armed with coffee and spent a good fun couple of hours in the car singing along to such delights as Billy Idol. It was a perfect fun road trip.
We arrived both having decided what we were going to be buying and determined not to buy anything else. In fact I was under strict instructions not to let Blu spend anymore money.
So, strong willed, we queued up for our tickets. I bought the Burn Gorman and Noel Clarke autographs that I had intended to buy and then the Burn photoshoot that Blu had talked me into while we were queuing. Blu then bought all the autos she had intended and then bought the whole Torchwood cast photoshoot that I had failed to talk her out of.
See? Terrible for each other.
Anyhoo, my first port of call was Burn Gorman. He is the only member of the main Torchwood cast I haven’t met before and Owen is my favourite character and I think Burn is a fantastic actor. I have a whole pro-Owen/Burn spiel that goes here, but I shall save you. His photoshoot was my first thing and I managed to be about 4th in the queue. Over eager? Me? Never.
And then I shamelessly fangirled. I didn’t even pretend to play it cool. There was babbling about being happy to meet him and thinking he was amazing. He was very smiley and complimentary back (consummate actor) and then I might have demanded a hug. Ooopsie. He was utterly lovely.
We then wandered around a bit as none of the other people we wanted autos from were free. One amusing moment was seeing GDL sitting at his table without a queue. He looked a bit bored so we waved and bless him he recognised us and waved back with enthusiasm born of clear boredom. (He does ten to recognise the regular gig-goers.) We both felt kinda bad for him, but that was when we met up with all our other lovlies.
Then we had lunch and this is where it all went a bit wrong again. The people that had had morning shoots with the Torchwood cast said that they were all on really good form and doing great shots. There was a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, some perfunctory protests, but within minutes Blu was putting another cast photoshoot on her credit card and I now owe her a shit load of money.
But it was a lot of fun. The cast really were on top form. They’d been going for ages but were cheering each person as they came in and then booing when they left and being friendly inbetween. I didn’t go for a silly pic in the end, but really like what I got. I am really pleased with it.
Then I managed to get my autos. I went to Burn first and my fangirling appeared to have stuck as he said ‘hello again.’ Super. Though I am also hoping maybe he just says it to everyone assuming it’s normally possible. But just to be sure, I fangirled again. Brilliant. But now I have one of my TW novels signed by all six team members plus Tom Price. Really pretty chuffed.
Moved on then to Noel Clarke. Queued for ages, but asked him to sign my DVD cover for Huge the movie. We talked a bit about the film and he was very nice and friendly. And then I was cheeky and asked for a photo.
So all in all, it was a lovely day. Had a super time with my friends and finally got to meet Burn, which I really am properly chuffed about. Even if I did act like an idiot.
And, look, even after all the being bad for us, we still totes love each other.
The bad
This illness is really getting on my tits. Last week I told my boss that I was sick and didn’t go to work all week. There was nothing physical wrong with me but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the flat. I have never been like this before, the anxiety is completely out of hand and the stupid thoughts are getting stronger. Fortunately not strong enough.
It was so bad that I would not have gone to the Greatest Show in the Galaxy this weekend if blu04 had not driven up with me. Left to my own devices I wouldn’t have been able to get out of the front door. And I don’t know why. These are some of my best friends that I was going to be spending the day with and I was going to meet Burn Gorman who I have been desperate to meet for years. So why was I not raring to go? I go places on my own all the time and it doesn’t bother me.
At one point while I was there I had to dash outside because I was getting claustrophobic. I am not claustrophobic. Then later we were all having dinner together and I felt a panic attack coming on. Talking about nothing with my best friends. Why the fuck?
I hate this. I’m not me. I have learnt to accept that at my best I’m actually an okay sort of person. I’m confident in my own way and adore my friends so why the hell is this happening? I hate the person I am at the moment.
I’m withdrawing from the comms and people I care about the most and I can’t seem to stop. Any kind of interaction with people seems like a struggle and I can’t initiate anything.
I haven’t managed to get back to work today either an my GP is going to sign me off and after declining happy pills last time have now accepted that I am absolutely not dealing, so am back on them. My GP is lovely and gave me a good little pep talk and has said I can get back to see her whenever I need. I also had a counselling session this morning. It wa hard going and I already have a lot of stuff to thnk about and process, but hopefully we’re on our way now to be getting out the other side of this. I wish I actual felt that hopeful.
I’m frustrated, unhappy and I want me back. Hopefully I’ll get on the mend soon.
The in no way ugly
I think I have a new crush. Hello Lucy Lawless.
The good
blu04 and I are very, very bad for each other. I was planning to go to the Greatest Show in the Galaxy on Saturday and Blu was adamant that she wasn’t going. Until I talked her into it. Although if I’m honest, she didn’t take that much convincing. I merely pointed out that we could go there and back in a day and split the petrol money. Not exactly arm breaking stuff!
So we started out Sat morning (far too early for a Sat morning, but not as early as others) armed with coffee and spent a good fun couple of hours in the car singing along to such delights as Billy Idol. It was a perfect fun road trip.
We arrived both having decided what we were going to be buying and determined not to buy anything else. In fact I was under strict instructions not to let Blu spend anymore money.
So, strong willed, we queued up for our tickets. I bought the Burn Gorman and Noel Clarke autographs that I had intended to buy and then the Burn photoshoot that Blu had talked me into while we were queuing. Blu then bought all the autos she had intended and then bought the whole Torchwood cast photoshoot that I had failed to talk her out of.
See? Terrible for each other.
Anyhoo, my first port of call was Burn Gorman. He is the only member of the main Torchwood cast I haven’t met before and Owen is my favourite character and I think Burn is a fantastic actor. I have a whole pro-Owen/Burn spiel that goes here, but I shall save you. His photoshoot was my first thing and I managed to be about 4th in the queue. Over eager? Me? Never.
And then I shamelessly fangirled. I didn’t even pretend to play it cool. There was babbling about being happy to meet him and thinking he was amazing. He was very smiley and complimentary back (consummate actor) and then I might have demanded a hug. Ooopsie. He was utterly lovely.
We then wandered around a bit as none of the other people we wanted autos from were free. One amusing moment was seeing GDL sitting at his table without a queue. He looked a bit bored so we waved and bless him he recognised us and waved back with enthusiasm born of clear boredom. (He does ten to recognise the regular gig-goers.) We both felt kinda bad for him, but that was when we met up with all our other lovlies.
Then we had lunch and this is where it all went a bit wrong again. The people that had had morning shoots with the Torchwood cast said that they were all on really good form and doing great shots. There was a bit of to-ing and fro-ing, some perfunctory protests, but within minutes Blu was putting another cast photoshoot on her credit card and I now owe her a shit load of money.
But it was a lot of fun. The cast really were on top form. They’d been going for ages but were cheering each person as they came in and then booing when they left and being friendly inbetween. I didn’t go for a silly pic in the end, but really like what I got. I am really pleased with it.
Then I managed to get my autos. I went to Burn first and my fangirling appeared to have stuck as he said ‘hello again.’ Super. Though I am also hoping maybe he just says it to everyone assuming it’s normally possible. But just to be sure, I fangirled again. Brilliant. But now I have one of my TW novels signed by all six team members plus Tom Price. Really pretty chuffed.
Moved on then to Noel Clarke. Queued for ages, but asked him to sign my DVD cover for Huge the movie. We talked a bit about the film and he was very nice and friendly. And then I was cheeky and asked for a photo.
So all in all, it was a lovely day. Had a super time with my friends and finally got to meet Burn, which I really am properly chuffed about. Even if I did act like an idiot.
And, look, even after all the being bad for us, we still totes love each other.
The bad
This illness is really getting on my tits. Last week I told my boss that I was sick and didn’t go to work all week. There was nothing physical wrong with me but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the flat. I have never been like this before, the anxiety is completely out of hand and the stupid thoughts are getting stronger. Fortunately not strong enough.
It was so bad that I would not have gone to the Greatest Show in the Galaxy this weekend if blu04 had not driven up with me. Left to my own devices I wouldn’t have been able to get out of the front door. And I don’t know why. These are some of my best friends that I was going to be spending the day with and I was going to meet Burn Gorman who I have been desperate to meet for years. So why was I not raring to go? I go places on my own all the time and it doesn’t bother me.
At one point while I was there I had to dash outside because I was getting claustrophobic. I am not claustrophobic. Then later we were all having dinner together and I felt a panic attack coming on. Talking about nothing with my best friends. Why the fuck?
I hate this. I’m not me. I have learnt to accept that at my best I’m actually an okay sort of person. I’m confident in my own way and adore my friends so why the hell is this happening? I hate the person I am at the moment.
I’m withdrawing from the comms and people I care about the most and I can’t seem to stop. Any kind of interaction with people seems like a struggle and I can’t initiate anything.
I haven’t managed to get back to work today either an my GP is going to sign me off and after declining happy pills last time have now accepted that I am absolutely not dealing, so am back on them. My GP is lovely and gave me a good little pep talk and has said I can get back to see her whenever I need. I also had a counselling session this morning. It wa hard going and I already have a lot of stuff to thnk about and process, but hopefully we’re on our way now to be getting out the other side of this. I wish I actual felt that hopeful.
I’m frustrated, unhappy and I want me back. Hopefully I’ll get on the mend soon.
The in no way ugly
I think I have a new crush. Hello Lucy Lawless.