The Sea- Night of Winnage
I went to see 'The Sea'. That's a play by Edward Bond, not a big wet thing. Within this play, there was Harry Lloyd and Russel Tovey. After this play, there was stage door fangirlage. Commence Evening of Awesome:
SO, on the day in question (Tuesday), I felt like shite and really ill. "NO!" I cried, "NO! For today is the day I see Harry Lloyd and his Neck of Sex and Russel Tovey and his Adorable Ears!" So, valiently, I battled my way to school. It didn't work, so I went home ill. However, I made the supreme sacrifice and managed to bravely battle my way through several changes of clothes to find the perfect Outfit of Fangirlage (more on that later) and drag my arse up to Central London on the Tube, there to meet the lovely Hannah (
curlybeach) (who I had never met before) and the awesome Gabriella (
_faeriequeen) (who I had already shared an occasion of squeeage with). We chilled in Trafalger Square, french guys and schoolboys accosted Hannah, whilst me and Gabriella (hardened Londoners) watched with vague amusement, for which I apologise deeply.
Then, fully prepared and with our squee muscles turned up to eleven, we went.
Ok, the play- the play was very, very good. Almost Stoppardian, in that it was very witty, very dry, but set against a background of slightly absurd tragedy and human philosophy. Brilliant performances from David Haig and Eileen Atkins- favourite line: "She's the ype of woman who was born to die alone in a small room."- Haig was very intense and must have had great stamina to keep that up, he was sweating like a mad thing and Atkins was, as always, a delight, and hilarious.
Russell Tovey is, to state the obvious, a very, very good actor. He had a brilliant little accent going on there and some hugely funny moments, playing a sort of Village Idiot type character, but with a 'wisdom in lunacy' aspect to it. Harry Lloyd was also superb (which makes me happy- I can't stand it when they're just a pretty face), playing his speciality: the upper class, awkward outsider with a minimal amount of social skills. Add to this that one of the characters thought he was an alien and you basically have Baines Mk. 2: With New, Improved, Non-Sociopathic Tendencies! So I was happy. And there was RL neck!porn, which was also good. Yum.
Then there was backstage fangirling, for which I have pics:
This r me and Russell Tovey. he r adorable. And I made him laugh by telling him I usually said I came from South London instead of Wimbldon, to which he went "Oh but Wimbledon's nice though....Wimbledon Village and that..." and I went, "Yeah, it's not Wimbeldon Village."
And now The Lloydster:
First pic- I didn't quite have the courage to put my arm back around him, so I will pretend that I am just too cool (and too short) for such things. Also, please note the silly smile and hair plastered to forehead from combing out a gel-pasted 1930s hairstyle. Er, on him, not on me. Although me too.
Second Pic- Gabriella and Hannah swapped from photographer to model and I kind of muttered something about "oh...well, I'll just...sort of stay here then" because I am a filthy opportunist fangirl and also was sort of paralyised by being that close to him. Also, note that his hand has moved from being slightly round me to very round me. Progress, right there. Clearly, we have a deep, meaningful bond.
Then, when he was signing away, the follow conversation occurred, which must be reported verbatim:
ME: You went to Oxford, didn't you?
HARRY LLOYD: Yeah, I did.
ME: Yeah, it's just that I'm going there too.
HARRY LLOYD: Oh, cool, in September?
ME: Yeah, in September...Which college did you go to?
HARRY LLOYD: Christ Church.
ME: Cool...and which subject did you do?
HARRY LLOYD: English Literature.
ME: YES!!!
HARRY LLOYD: *looks confused*
ME:..........I'm doing English too.
HARRY LLOYD: Which college are you going to?
ME: Magdalen.
HARRY LLOYD: Fuck me, you must be clever!
ME: ......................................... (Translation: "OMGOMGOMGARGHARGHARGHI'MCLEVER....Also, if you insist, yes, I will.")
HARRY LLOYD: No, really, that's one of the top colleges isn't it? And it's so cool!
ME: Yeah, it's so pretty!
HARRY LLOYD: Yeah, you've got, like, the deer in your back garden!
ME: Yeah, the deer park!
And then the power of coherent speech failed me utterly. Harry Lloyd has ruined me for other men.
I was kind of confused and thrilled by how smiley and shy he was- I mean, he's so brooding and 'this r srs face' on most of his TV bits, it was lovely to see him grnning away. And he has, by the way, the most heart-stopping smile known to man.
So yes. I am still on a high from the fact that Harry Lloys said "Fuck me", followed by complementing me on my intelligence. Now THAT is the way to a girl's heart.
SO, on the day in question (Tuesday), I felt like shite and really ill. "NO!" I cried, "NO! For today is the day I see Harry Lloyd and his Neck of Sex and Russel Tovey and his Adorable Ears!" So, valiently, I battled my way to school. It didn't work, so I went home ill. However, I made the supreme sacrifice and managed to bravely battle my way through several changes of clothes to find the perfect Outfit of Fangirlage (more on that later) and drag my arse up to Central London on the Tube, there to meet the lovely Hannah (
curlybeach) (who I had never met before) and the awesome Gabriella (
_faeriequeen) (who I had already shared an occasion of squeeage with). We chilled in Trafalger Square, french guys and schoolboys accosted Hannah, whilst me and Gabriella (hardened Londoners) watched with vague amusement, for which I apologise deeply.
Then, fully prepared and with our squee muscles turned up to eleven, we went.
Ok, the play- the play was very, very good. Almost Stoppardian, in that it was very witty, very dry, but set against a background of slightly absurd tragedy and human philosophy. Brilliant performances from David Haig and Eileen Atkins- favourite line: "She's the ype of woman who was born to die alone in a small room."- Haig was very intense and must have had great stamina to keep that up, he was sweating like a mad thing and Atkins was, as always, a delight, and hilarious.
Russell Tovey is, to state the obvious, a very, very good actor. He had a brilliant little accent going on there and some hugely funny moments, playing a sort of Village Idiot type character, but with a 'wisdom in lunacy' aspect to it. Harry Lloyd was also superb (which makes me happy- I can't stand it when they're just a pretty face), playing his speciality: the upper class, awkward outsider with a minimal amount of social skills. Add to this that one of the characters thought he was an alien and you basically have Baines Mk. 2: With New, Improved, Non-Sociopathic Tendencies! So I was happy. And there was RL neck!porn, which was also good. Yum.
Then there was backstage fangirling, for which I have pics:
This r me and Russell Tovey. he r adorable. And I made him laugh by telling him I usually said I came from South London instead of Wimbldon, to which he went "Oh but Wimbledon's nice though....Wimbledon Village and that..." and I went, "Yeah, it's not Wimbeldon Village."
And now The Lloydster:
First pic- I didn't quite have the courage to put my arm back around him, so I will pretend that I am just too cool (and too short) for such things. Also, please note the silly smile and hair plastered to forehead from combing out a gel-pasted 1930s hairstyle. Er, on him, not on me. Although me too.
Second Pic- Gabriella and Hannah swapped from photographer to model and I kind of muttered something about "oh...well, I'll just...sort of stay here then" because I am a filthy opportunist fangirl and also was sort of paralyised by being that close to him. Also, note that his hand has moved from being slightly round me to very round me. Progress, right there. Clearly, we have a deep, meaningful bond.
Then, when he was signing away, the follow conversation occurred, which must be reported verbatim:
ME: You went to Oxford, didn't you?
HARRY LLOYD: Yeah, I did.
ME: Yeah, it's just that I'm going there too.
HARRY LLOYD: Oh, cool, in September?
ME: Yeah, in September...Which college did you go to?
HARRY LLOYD: Christ Church.
ME: Cool...and which subject did you do?
HARRY LLOYD: English Literature.
ME: YES!!!
HARRY LLOYD: *looks confused*
ME:..........I'm doing English too.
HARRY LLOYD: Which college are you going to?
ME: Magdalen.
HARRY LLOYD: Fuck me, you must be clever!
ME: ......................................... (Translation: "OMGOMGOMGARGHARGHARGHI'MCLEVER....Also, if you insist, yes, I will.")
HARRY LLOYD: No, really, that's one of the top colleges isn't it? And it's so cool!
ME: Yeah, it's so pretty!
HARRY LLOYD: Yeah, you've got, like, the deer in your back garden!
ME: Yeah, the deer park!
And then the power of coherent speech failed me utterly. Harry Lloyd has ruined me for other men.
I was kind of confused and thrilled by how smiley and shy he was- I mean, he's so brooding and 'this r srs face' on most of his TV bits, it was lovely to see him grnning away. And he has, by the way, the most heart-stopping smile known to man.
So yes. I am still on a high from the fact that Harry Lloys said "Fuck me", followed by complementing me on my intelligence. Now THAT is the way to a girl's heart.