1. It's sticking in my mind because of the kind of person I am - it's the last day of The Recruiting Officer, um, today. You can tell from that cast that the last night party is going to be fucking epic. I'm sure everyone will get to see plenty of Tobias' hilarious drunk face.
I keep thinking about how, if it had been possible, I would've gone and seen it again and maybe stage doored in a way that I could've got a programme signed or whathaveyou. Then I realise that seeing it again would've always been more about a chance to speak to Messr. Menzies again and that that
is not healthy behaviour for a Jen.
So, it's weird. I like. I feel really weird and sad about it? Which is a strange thing to feel about a play you're not even involved in (seriously, this is similar to the feeling I used to get when school productions were ending) but I think it's a weird potential thing more than anything. And a 'Knowing where Tobias is' thing. It's kind of comforting, knowing what he's doing.
Yeah. Way to not sound like a total creeper Jen.
(This is also similar to how I've felt about
Samuel West directing a show for Northern Stage and just knowing he was in Newcastle was oddly comforting.)
It's also, to be fair, a case of not knowing what the Next Thing is for Tobias (beyond the fact that he has a role in Hysteria whenever Hysteria eventually gets released) and desperately wanting to know what it might be.
2. I saw Vincent & Flavia's Midnight Tango at the Theatre Royal on Wednesday and it was awesome (and touring, so people who like dance or just like SCD should try and see it) I understood the story and everything! I'm notoriously bad at parsing dance performances so this is a seriously impressive thing.
They're both so utterly amazing I can't even. I think I want to be Flavia. Though...probably without the dating Jimi Mistry part - you're adorable Jimi, with making her bento lunches and all, but not really my type.
OH my Gods, right, there was this bit where Vincent was fighting with his rival ~through the medium of dance~ and I had a 'It's all gone a bit West Side Story' moment before I clocked that it was proof that men can dance together and look amazing and Strictly really needs to get on the concept of same-sex dance partners if the pros would be down for it because seriously
it looked amazing.
Basically from the fight onwards the show just gets more and more amazing culminating in Vincent & Flavia doing what they do best to arguably the most well known piece of tango music OF ALL TIME and I thought I was going to die of joy.
(I also welled up a bit when they did their first dance together? It's just. These guys have always
been my favourite Strictly pro couple and this show completely reaffirmed that for me after the Jordans nearly stole the title last series.)
Apparently I have more ~feelings~ about it than I realised. (My Mum, on the phone to my sister afterwards: She hasn't really said anything since it finished. - Because the thing with me, and similar with my Dad too, is that when something really hits me, a surprise or a performance etc, I just go silent running. I might be able to Twitter but I just don't make many words with my mouth-hole for a while afterwards.)
3. HORRIBLE HISTORIES
It is back and it is magnificent and I just want to draw hearts around the whole cast (including the range of new folk we've had so far) for being so totally brilliant at what they do. Needless to say that each day this week my Tumblr folk have been Ben Willspammed up the wazoo.
I think maybe at some point I should throw together a post for the uninitiated amongst you so you can understand all this flailing over a children's sketch show.
4. On Sunday afternoon I caught a pigeon with my bare hands. BECAUSE I AM A PIGEON NINJA.
(A pigeon, trapped in our hall, and I stalked it, oh! how I stalked it, until I caught it and managed to set it free outside. Because I am a badass.)
5. I have booked time off so that I can go and see
Avengers Assemble* on opening day.
6. 6 has been cancelled due to leaves on the line. A replacement bus service will be leaving from 8.
7. For those of you that know my face I can be seen, briefly, a few times in this
episode of Bang Goes The Theory. It's Liz's item about crowd control towards the end of the programme. Fun seeing how about an hour of faffing and experimentation becomes a 5 minute article.
(What you miss, of course, is things like Liz going "I love science!" and making a little fist-pump after the filming was over. And then Liz wandering around the room in search of cupcakes going "Cupcake, cupcake, cupcake" under her breath. She is so amazing, folks, I think my crush on her actually grew.)
Long time listeners know of my enduring love for Bang and Twitter users know that I've been a little sadface about never being able to help out with their crowd sourced experiments because NEWCASTLE - so when a call went out on the Tuesday I was in London for help with something on the Wednesday? I hesitated for a moment before summoning up all my courage and e-mailing off (trivia: I did this whilst standing outside the Donmar because I was so early the theatre wasn't open yet) to them.
(I got confused and went to Television Centre before being directed to the right place by a very helpful receptionist dude. And I didn't freak out too much internally. Which is kinda a big deal.)
Was I a bit sadface that it was just Liz? Slightly? But that's only because I mostly can't separate the three presenters in my head. That being said - I think all hell would've broken out in my head if Jem had
been there. (I joked after seeing the crowd pressure item with Jem in this episode that if I'd been involved in that experiment I probably would've ended up under a restraining order. Jostle up against Jem for science? SIGN ME UP. #inappropriatereaction)
So. Yes. Me! On telly! Life ambition: check!
8. I bought Kid Icarus: Uprising for my 3DS (oh, I love that little console so much and I will argue TO THE DEATH its right to exist) and OMGS that is a pretty game. It's a game given over to much replaying of the levels as you try to best them completely and there's moments in each level where I still go 'wow' each time I play them.
Stunning game and blastedly difficult for a gamer like me (that is - not a power gamer and thus a constant flailing to the end of each level).
Speaking of which - I think I shall have a little more frustration before I turn out the light. I have a haircut tomorrow! which is more a trim than anything but still, lovely tidy hair to look forwards to on the morrow.*UK title. I wasn't mad about it the way, oh, EVERYONE was. This is because I have experienced, in the real world, a lot of people thinking that I meant the British The Avengers with Steed and Peel et al. So I get the reasoning. Plus - it's really not that bad a title.
And, hey, there's a good reason for it. Unlike Philsopher's Stone/Sorcerer's Stone - which is a comparison I saw a lot.