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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 Sam 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.

*facepalm*

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 The Avengers Avengers Assemble* on opening day.

Get. In.

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.
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1. David Mitchell and Victoria Coren are getting hitched! And I love that they went about it the properly old-school way by making an announcement in the Times. ♥_♥

(This, as I've mentioned on the Twittermachine, amuses me endlessly because a certain RPF fandom started shipping them before they even got together. FICTION BECOMING REALITY.)

If they decide to produce offspring those children will be the cleverest, most sarcastic the world has ever seen.

2. I'm heading into a 10 day period where I'm nominally in charge of my workplace (sharing the duties with an AM from another branch), including two godawful long Fridays so I would very much appreciate a trickle of happy making things from my flist over the next week or so.

Or, you know, Tobias Menzies delivered to my door. That'd work too. :D

3. Speaking of - I may have accidentally become a little addicted to a 14 (FOURTEEN) year old series of Casualty because of Messr. Menzies. I had intended to just watch his 11 episode run - but I've accidentally become invested in several of the other characters. So I'm going back and acquiring the other episodes, now that I've finished his run, to find out what happens to everyone.

Here's the main thing Twitter got from me whilst watching: HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE SO GOOD IN YOUR FIRST JOB OUT OF RADA YOU SHIT.

These were, quite genuinely, the first episodes of Casualty I've ever watched. Amongst them there were a handful bonkers accidents and slightly implausible situations. Also: bb!Martin Freeman and bb!Parminder Nagra, a surprise!Tony Robinson and a host of surprisingly good patients of the week.

I am now running desperately low on Tobias-centric media which makes me very sadface. BE IN MORE THINGS, TOBIAS! DIRECTORS, HIRE TOBIAS FOR MORE THINGS.

4. I'm intending on seeing The Hunger Games on Saturday! About this I am excited. I bought a Littlest Katniss when I was in London so I'm guessing she'll probably come along with me. Because I am that geek, apparently.

And then on the following Wednesday it's The Pirates! in an Adventure With Scientists! Which is a film it feels like I've been excited about for an incredibly long time. Aardman, you know? Plus pirates. And the original teaser had a song in it that thrilled me.

There's a fish in a hat and the last dodo, ripping, roaring and a yoho, Charles Darwin and his monkey Bobo - AND THE PIRATE CAPTAIN!

5. And finally, going back to Tobias (as I do quite constantly these days), Colleague P managed to get so turned about by my telling of the Encounter that he somehow got it into his head that I was actually seeing him.

Now, I know I can be familiar about actors etc that I admire/fancy/adore/love (only ever referring to George Clooney as Gorgeous George springs to mind) but I really don't think I've ever given that impression.

(Unless it was the part where I admitted that meeting him in person may have accidentally triggered the switch in my brain that says I'm allowed to have real person feelings about him rather than just fannish feelings. Oops.)
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This is. I still can't really even about this? But yeah. Okay. This will be massively disjointed, I should point out, because that's the only way I can think about it coherently. This is basically because every time I've thought about how to write this down it's started out making sense and just descended into my flailing at the nearest object and going HIS FAAAAAACE~ (or sometimes: HIS FUCKING FAAAAAACE~). So, um, I apologise in advance?

So the play finishes and I go outside the Donmar (where it was quite cold, really) despite the fact that the cessation of the constant state of anxiety I'd been in since I bought the ticket had resulted in my legs turning to the approximate consistency of jelly. I feel a bit awkward hanging about so I ring my Mum (despite low phone battery) to have a little flail about how great the play was and how perfect Tobias is etc etc.

Whilst I'm on the phone Mark Gatiss comes bounding out of the Donmar and off down the street. Not long after him comes Mackenzie Crook and then Aimee-Ffion Edwards, who head off in different directions. Then I see a whole bunch of folk coming down the stairs inside and assume that Tobias is amongst them (and I assume this, sad to say, mostly because I'm fairly certain I've spotted his ridiculous gangly legs) so I say goodbye to Mum and take to pacing about outside in an effort to contain the nervous energy.

I espy him at last, through the glass doors, and the first thing I think is: FUCK YOU SIR because he's wearing a trilby. The bastard. (Who wears hats?! I later opined to a friend. Uh, you? was the answer. *cough*) Wearing a trilby and with his jacket slung over his shoulder and the bastard just looked smooth and cool and, yeah, I could see how this was the guy who reportedly split up Kristin Scott-Thomas' marriage.

I digress.

I was across the road (where I'd been doing a passable impersonation of "someone who is waiting for a lift or something" whilst more of the cast poured out onto the street speaking to people who were obviously friends who'd come along to see the play) at that point so I moved over again, still pacing a bit, and could see Tobias signing something for someone inside. Shit, I thought, I should've stayed inside where it's significantly warmer. At this point I was still thinking I'd get him to sign my program or something so I had my program clutched a bit to my chest and pen tucked up my sleeve because that's how I roll, yo.

(Though, in all honesty, I wasn't sure what I was even going to say to him because I was still uncertain about whether or not I'd be able to beat my own anxiety enough to speak to him.)

Tobias finally comes outside and through some surge of energy I didn't even know I possessed I sort of maybe leap towards him? A little bit? (I should point, I did meet his eyes first, so it wasn't like a total surprise attack.)

A, slightly paraphrased, vague transcript of events )

In conclusion: TOBIAS JUST STOP HOW ARE YOU EVEN REAL I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT AND YOU WERE WEARING A HAT AND, as I said to my mother on the phone, HE COULDN'T BE MORE PERFECT FOR ME IF HE TRIED THE BASTARD.

I am ruined. Because this is the saddest thing of them all: before he was a face on a TV screen that I adored. Now he is a face that I have spoken to and that has seen my face and he is a real person that I am apparently starting to develop actual real person feelings for which are just so very unhealthy.

Actually, yes, I forgot to mention. I sort of booked it along the street, in what I thought was the opposite direction to Tobias & Co, because of reasons. By the time I got to the street corner I'd given in and pulled my phone out to call Mum, all aflail, and I looked over my shoulder to see them walking along not that far behind me, which made me turn blindly back in Covent Garden direction when it would've been better (I discovered the next day) to move towards Leicester Square, and it was this whole flaily mess of an extended thing.

And thus ends the tale of How Jen Had A Conversation With Tobias Menzies Which, On Reflection, Contained More Flirting Than She Realised. And, hey, those of you who're going to see the play? If you happen to see Messr. Menzies tell him I say hello. :D

Tomorrow, in a flocked entry because it involves Real!Jen, I will tell the story of How Jen Volunteered For a BBC TV Show And Might End Up On TV.
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(First: thank you to the people who expressed kind thoughts in my direction. I got to say goodbye to my cat and am mostly okay.)

Okay. It's best to start my recounting of this latest London trip with a review of The Recruiting Officer. I know a couple of you have tickets to see it later on in the run so I'm not going to make it exhaustive but I may not be able to resist a few spoilers in amongst the squeeing.

I preface thusly: I love theatre but I never see as much as I want to. Entirely my own fault for not making an effort to make it to the various North-Eastern theatres I have easy access to. So most of my experiences with theatre are things I'm seeing for very specific reasons: Avenue Q because a) I wanted to see it and b) Daniel Boys, RAGAD for Jamie Parker & Samuel Barnett, Panto for the Barrowpants. The Recruiting Officer for Tobias Menzies.

It generally means that I'm not entirely unbiased when I talk about things. Just a warning.

That being said: The Recruiting Officer was fantastic )

This goes out of a cut: for those of you that are attending - try and get into the theatre itself as soon as it opens. They begin building the atmosphere almost the moment the first few people are let in (I was, like, fourth in I think, because I was so excited) with the actor/musicians creating wonderful music and then some other stuff which I shan't spoil outside the cut.

And back under the cut we go )

In conclusion: it was fantastic and everyone was fantastic and I love everyone in this bar I wish I could see it again.

Outside the cut I can talk about how: I couldn't stop grinning* all the time Tobias was on the stage, whether he was being funny or not; there was a point early on in the second half where I literally flailed because I was so amused; the bit where my internal monologue actually shut down whilst Tobias was on stage.

I recommend it highly to anyone who're lucky enough to be able to get tickets. And to those of you that already do: I'm jealous that you have it ahead of you (and you must come talk to me all about it when you've seen it).

Coming up next: On How Jen Had A Conversation With Tobias Menzies Like A Real Human Being.

*This is a thing my Mum pointed out to me when we were watching Forget Me Not - that I just smile/grin at him the entire time he's on screen. Since she pointed it out I've become incapable of not noticing it and I've discovered that I just can't stop. There were moments during the play where I tried to smooth the grin out of my face because my cheeks were hurting, but I couldn't. Physically incapable.
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TODAY I AM GOING TO LONDON

TO SEE TOBIAS IN A PLAY

I AM POSSIBLY TOO EXCITED ABOUT THIS

ALSO SLIGHTLY NERVOUS

WHICH IS WEIRD

BECAUSE NORMALLY I'M NOT NERVOUS ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS

REGARDLESS

COMING YOUR WAY LONDON
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So earlier today the ever wonderful [profile] donna_k linked me to some photos from The Recruiting Officer's first night party. Naturally these were very relevant to my interests. So many pretty people.

And then Tobias, like this:

PAISLEY AND A CRAVAT?! )

Because, I don't know, Tobias seems to have an interesting fondness for paisley? But I'm more amazed by a man under 40 wearing a cravat to an after-play party. I just. HOW ARE YOU EVEN REAL, YOU PERFECTLY STRANGE MAN YOU.

BREAKING NEWS: Thanks to an excellent tip-off from [personal profile] oxoniensis I have managed to secure a ticket to the play! So now I won't be going to London on the weekend of my holiday but rather the end of it. Which means, if anyone can help out, I only need a bed to crash in for the night of Tuesday 6th. (I'll go down to London on the afternoon and come back home on the Wednesday evening. Saves me from being in London too long and, thus, spending more money than I have.)

And now continuing with the TOBIAS JUST STOP part of the entry. In my occasionally compulsive googling of him I stumbled upon an interview with a random York based thing. It's a nice little interview with some good tidbits. Highlights for me included:

He has known Zak forever and a day (literally as they are immortal), and they are old friends and bitter enemies.

Because I'm ridiculously happy that he sees them the same way as I do (and I'm writing them).

As for whether I share any similarities with an amoral, ruthless, charming, psychopathic, alcoholic, womanizing servant of beelzebub, well, let’s just say...yes.

Because: hnnng, that is a nice description of Richard.

Zak is an old friend and rival, we’ve grown up together, Zak has just always been there being over-earnest and pompous, but that’s Zak.

Because MY EMOTIONS.

As for Tom, Richard sees himself in Tom’s precocious talents and in his questioning spirit.

Because: now that is interesting. And helpfully nails down what I've been trying to express about the way Richard tries to get to Tom.

There's also the pleasure at realising that he already knew Sam Samuel because he did The Cherry Orchard at the Crucible in Sheffield while Sam was the artistic director. And rounding out the interview this:

I’m a walker and whenever I had time I made it out to the moors which are breathtaking.

CAN I GO FOR A WALK ON SOME MOORS WITH YOU TOBIAS? BECAUSE I TOTALLY LIKE WALKING TOO. WE COULD WALK ALL DAY IF YOU LIKE*.

And now I'm going to watch The Duel, in which he stars opposite current fandom favourite Andrew Scott**, because apparently period!Tobias is amongst my favourite kinds of Tobias***. (I rewatched Persuasion on Saturday - in between flailing at Rupert Penry-Jones and HIS FACE and being weirded out that I'm currently the same age as Anne Elliot I found myself finding it difficult disliking him as William Elliot, despite him being the bounding cad of the story, because hat and sideburns and ~faaaaace.)

*Not actually a euphemism. I really must remember to talk to you all about the shift in my sexuality. Actually, IDK, shift isn't the right word. It's more like I have a better understanding of myself, post-The Boy, and which label is closest to right for me.

Still queer as a (okay, I went to look up a simile here because I wanted to be light about it and I can't even) coot****, though. All of the people are attractive to me. All of them.

**I'm aware that he's been a favourite of the more theatre-y of you for longer than he's been a fandom favourite. I'm just referring to the explosion of his face every where I look since Sherlock S2.

***To be fair, at this point ALL OF THE TOBIAS' are my favourite Tobias. Apparently this has just been lying in wait since Rome. Waiting for the right combination of character and presence.

****No but seriously. Why a coot? I mean, I know they're fairly odd looking - but they're not the oddest looking bird in Britain. Which, to my endless quiet pleasure, is something that Sam Samuel West could also tell you. ♥_♥

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