Cake or Death?
If you'd have told me this morning that, by this afternoon, I'd have met, talked to and hugged Eddie Izzard, I wouldn't have believed you at all.
BUT I DID! I DID, I DID!
Oh, what a great day. I saw a message this morning on Facebook saying he would be visiting the uni, canvassing for Labour, and, as you can imagine, got a tad excited. Seminar, an hour and a half waiting around and giggling with friends, and then!
Eddie!
He was lovely; there was a hell of a crowd there, but he talked and took questions, and was dapper and charming throughout. He broke off after a while, and a bit of a crowd surrounded him to get autographs; I hung back for a while (with my friend Aidan poking me with my copy of the Labour manifesto and saying "Get him to sign it! Get him to talk to Ros!"), until I could actually see him, when people were starting to disperse.
Amazingly, I managed to talk to him like a human being (although, inwardly, I was a raving lunatic, of course) - he signed my manifesto (as shoved forward by Aidan), and we had a little discussion about centralisation and the media, with me actually sounding like an intelligent human being rather than a squeeing idiot lying prostrate at his feet screaming "I LOVE YOU!".
And then, just like with James Moran, I plucked up the nerve to ask if he did hugs, and...YES! "A hug for a first-time voter!" as he said. He gives goooood hugs, that man. He was absolutely lovely.
So...YES! EDDIE IZZARD! TALKING! HUGGING! SQUEEEEEEEE!
Just had to get that out. Hurrah forever!
BUT I DID! I DID, I DID!
Oh, what a great day. I saw a message this morning on Facebook saying he would be visiting the uni, canvassing for Labour, and, as you can imagine, got a tad excited. Seminar, an hour and a half waiting around and giggling with friends, and then!
Eddie!
He was lovely; there was a hell of a crowd there, but he talked and took questions, and was dapper and charming throughout. He broke off after a while, and a bit of a crowd surrounded him to get autographs; I hung back for a while (with my friend Aidan poking me with my copy of the Labour manifesto and saying "Get him to sign it! Get him to talk to Ros!"), until I could actually see him, when people were starting to disperse.
Amazingly, I managed to talk to him like a human being (although, inwardly, I was a raving lunatic, of course) - he signed my manifesto (as shoved forward by Aidan), and we had a little discussion about centralisation and the media, with me actually sounding like an intelligent human being rather than a squeeing idiot lying prostrate at his feet screaming "I LOVE YOU!".
And then, just like with James Moran, I plucked up the nerve to ask if he did hugs, and...YES! "A hug for a first-time voter!" as he said. He gives goooood hugs, that man. He was absolutely lovely.
So...YES! EDDIE IZZARD! TALKING! HUGGING! SQUEEEEEEEE!
Just had to get that out. Hurrah forever!