EDIT: So the itinery on Friday is going to be - drag my sleep deprived ass into work EARLY, leave EARLY, hot-foot it to the coach station. Along with a bewildered friend, I am going to get the coach to Victoria. Sink some tequila. See some show, maybe hang at some stage door. Swing back to an alcohol-serving venue, hopefully with an additional, rather diminuitive member of our party in tow, that would be nice. Then we have to hop right back onto our bus back to Birmingham, because I'm only bloody moving house first thing in the morning. For fuck's sake.
Earlier tonight, this photo had me chortling into my soup.
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So I felt like a bit of a sad fan on the phone to the lady from the Victoria Palace.
Vindice: Hi, erm, I wanted to check: Liam Mower's last performance as Billy, is that this Saturday?
Theatre: (in a voice like dark brown syrup) It iiiiis, yes.
Vindice: OK. It is. Right. I know it's a long shot, but...do you have any tickets left?
Theatre: Oh no-o, we really are toe-tally booked out I'm afraid.
Vindice: (small voice) Um, do you know if he's performing any other nights this week?
Theatre: (indulgent voice) I'll check for you, hold on.
And as she was looking she sort of chuckled to herself, "oh, it's funny you know, isn't it? You must be the hundredth grown adult that's called this week, just desperate to see him before he finishes. Haha, it's funny. OK, he's performing Friday night and Tuesday night...."
Anyway, after four nights, repeated calls to the theatre, endless web searching and sufficient tears to saturate the Sahara, I got my little mitts on two tickets to see the second to last performance of the aforementioned. Second to last row at the very back of the Grand Circle, but given the circumstances I know I've done well. So when I get back to using the internet after my move at the weekend, you can expect eulogies on the brilliance and beauty of le garcon, and maybe also a u-tube video, of which there are many available. Right now though, I'm going to be quite occupied; I have to make Liam a card, bake Liam a cake, and buy Liam a stack of CDs to take with me on Friday. *
* I am exaggerating. To a certain extent.
And uh, the ticket lady didn't really say that.
Earlier tonight, this photo had me chortling into my soup.
- - -
So I felt like a bit of a sad fan on the phone to the lady from the Victoria Palace.
Vindice: Hi, erm, I wanted to check: Liam Mower's last performance as Billy, is that this Saturday?
Theatre: (in a voice like dark brown syrup) It iiiiis, yes.
Vindice: OK. It is. Right. I know it's a long shot, but...do you have any tickets left?
Theatre: Oh no-o, we really are toe-tally booked out I'm afraid.
Vindice: (small voice) Um, do you know if he's performing any other nights this week?
Theatre: (indulgent voice) I'll check for you, hold on.
And as she was looking she sort of chuckled to herself, "oh, it's funny you know, isn't it? You must be the hundredth grown adult that's called this week, just desperate to see him before he finishes. Haha, it's funny. OK, he's performing Friday night and Tuesday night...."
Anyway, after four nights, repeated calls to the theatre, endless web searching and sufficient tears to saturate the Sahara, I got my little mitts on two tickets to see the second to last performance of the aforementioned. Second to last row at the very back of the Grand Circle, but given the circumstances I know I've done well. So when I get back to using the internet after my move at the weekend, you can expect eulogies on the brilliance and beauty of le garcon, and maybe also a u-tube video, of which there are many available. Right now though, I'm going to be quite occupied; I have to make Liam a card, bake Liam a cake, and buy Liam a stack of CDs to take with me on Friday. *
* I am exaggerating. To a certain extent.
And uh, the ticket lady didn't really say that.
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johnfm1:
Yep, thats the cheeky little chap I saw.
zooxanthelle:
yay have a nice time xx