rocky, cats, random stuff...
Oct. 17th, 2003 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teylaminhi present, for your reading pleasure (although i make no promise as to their coherence), two writeups...
it was just as good as the last time. we didn't get jonathan wilkes, but the guy playing him (forgot his name) was good, even if he didn't give us time to do the 'abundance' line.
kevin kennedy (curly watts in coronation street is now playing the narrator, and he was frelling fantastic. so funny. didn't get to meet him, though, since he never appeared at the stage door, and at 11.10 we gave up and went home. clare then drove back to brum, in complete columbia garb; she promised to tell me what her boyfriend says on monday :D
that's about it. nothing much to say that wasn't already said...
before i do the next one, however... a little rant.
i left derby today because i was too tired to do so last evening. in retrospect, however, it might have been a good plan to do so. i left halls at 1.00, which usually means i can be home by 3.30ish if i'm lucky.
i got straight onto a train, which was on time and everything. we got to burton, then tamworth, then wilnecote. then we got literally 10 minutes from birmingham new street. and stopped. for an hour and a f*cking half.
apparently, the power had gone out at new street, which meant the signals were down, which meant nobody could leave or arrive. anyway, after the long delay, we started moving. for twenty seconds. then stopped again.
approximately two hundred trains passed us coming out of new street in the opposite direction. another train, going in the same direction as us, went into new street. we remain, disgruntled, ten minutes from birmingham.
and finally, we get to birmingham, and the bus is stuck in rush hour traffic. i get home at 5.30pm.
needless to say, i was slightly annoyed. luckily, i'd mellowed by the time we got to the alex...
cats, once more. although i didn't technically write it up properly last time, for varying reasons... this time, i'm on a buzz rather than an angst, but i'm not sure which is scarier...
okay. it took me eight years, and i finally got my front row seats. they were seats 25 and 26, aisle seats on the left hand side of the auditorium (the opposite to where we were for rocky 2000, in fact) and we couldn't see anyone's feet :) but it didn't matter because i've seen it millions of times on video. it was the experience that this was about. and all i can say is it was so worth it...
quaxo/mistoffeles chose one random bloke to pick on and did so for the entire evening, staring at him whenever he got close enough, making like he was going to pounce, and generally freaking him out... we got catted, twice - first by (i think) etcetera, and then by gus (although he wasn't gus when he was prowling the stalls) - so we had etcetera sniffing our knees and rubbing her head, and then i had not-gus rubbing his head on my arm.
we also had alonso (at least, i think it was alonso) standing on the empty seat next to us to terrify the hell out of the people in the row behind... :)
it was utterly, utterly fantastic. and up close, the set is even more amazing, as are the costumes. (and wow, seriously, you don't realise just how much they all sweat until you're that close. not really surprising, though.) they have knee-pads! and thumbholes! and little buttons on their legs to accommodate other bits of costume!
y'know, it must be great to be grizabella. you have two major songs to do, and you get a standing ovation for 'em. ;)
anyway, there are no words. it didn't even hurt, unlike last time, because it was just so utterly wonderful. i knew front row seats would be worth the wait; i just knew it. it didn't even matter than the stage was too high to really see, because there's so much going on anyway, up higher, that you don't even know where to look.
and! the best moment/s, by far, had to be the tugger. the tugger rocks at the best of times. when i saw it in london in '97, we were ogling him, and he ogled back. that was fab enough. this time i had the tugger looking right at me for the last bit of his song, and he blew me a kiss because he'd been cat-staring at me, and he sang most of "mr. mistoffeles" at me! I GOT TUGGERED!!
*large grin*
oh, i love the tugger. and also mistoffeles, and skimbleshanks...
so, yes, it was really. frelling. cool.
i am going to be there on final night, if anyone wants to come along. and i'll try my damnedest to get front row seats (although i have a feeling i'll fail in that endeavour) because it really does not compare...
so endeth the gush...
as a final note, i've had a wonderful idea for a piece of creative writing. since we've been learning all about multiple personality disorder with brottman, and on the video documentary we watched there was a woman whose personalities each wrote in the same diary, with different handwritings, i've been struck with an idea along those lines. a story from the point of view (or points of view) of someone with MPD, told through each of the 'alters'. and i need you guys to help me with the handwriting. :)
if i ever write it, is anyone willing to copy out various passages for me? they can either scan them and send them, or send me the actual things and i'll scan them. just let me know...
right, that's everything. i shall now go to bed and prepare for the consumption of lots of alcohol tomorrow...
oh, except that i have a job. it's at the vine inn in mickleover (which has a bus service that comes more than once every hour) and it's seven hours a week on thursday and friday nights, at £4.50/hour. yay job! yay job that gives me saturday off! :D
tuggerrrrred! (and also pirates because of growltiger, but he says "rrrra!" instead of "arrrr!"...)
it was just as good as the last time. we didn't get jonathan wilkes, but the guy playing him (forgot his name) was good, even if he didn't give us time to do the 'abundance' line.
kevin kennedy (curly watts in coronation street is now playing the narrator, and he was frelling fantastic. so funny. didn't get to meet him, though, since he never appeared at the stage door, and at 11.10 we gave up and went home. clare then drove back to brum, in complete columbia garb; she promised to tell me what her boyfriend says on monday :D
that's about it. nothing much to say that wasn't already said...
before i do the next one, however... a little rant.
i left derby today because i was too tired to do so last evening. in retrospect, however, it might have been a good plan to do so. i left halls at 1.00, which usually means i can be home by 3.30ish if i'm lucky.
i got straight onto a train, which was on time and everything. we got to burton, then tamworth, then wilnecote. then we got literally 10 minutes from birmingham new street. and stopped. for an hour and a f*cking half.
apparently, the power had gone out at new street, which meant the signals were down, which meant nobody could leave or arrive. anyway, after the long delay, we started moving. for twenty seconds. then stopped again.
approximately two hundred trains passed us coming out of new street in the opposite direction. another train, going in the same direction as us, went into new street. we remain, disgruntled, ten minutes from birmingham.
and finally, we get to birmingham, and the bus is stuck in rush hour traffic. i get home at 5.30pm.
needless to say, i was slightly annoyed. luckily, i'd mellowed by the time we got to the alex...
cats, once more. although i didn't technically write it up properly last time, for varying reasons... this time, i'm on a buzz rather than an angst, but i'm not sure which is scarier...
okay. it took me eight years, and i finally got my front row seats. they were seats 25 and 26, aisle seats on the left hand side of the auditorium (the opposite to where we were for rocky 2000, in fact) and we couldn't see anyone's feet :) but it didn't matter because i've seen it millions of times on video. it was the experience that this was about. and all i can say is it was so worth it...
quaxo/mistoffeles chose one random bloke to pick on and did so for the entire evening, staring at him whenever he got close enough, making like he was going to pounce, and generally freaking him out... we got catted, twice - first by (i think) etcetera, and then by gus (although he wasn't gus when he was prowling the stalls) - so we had etcetera sniffing our knees and rubbing her head, and then i had not-gus rubbing his head on my arm.
we also had alonso (at least, i think it was alonso) standing on the empty seat next to us to terrify the hell out of the people in the row behind... :)
it was utterly, utterly fantastic. and up close, the set is even more amazing, as are the costumes. (and wow, seriously, you don't realise just how much they all sweat until you're that close. not really surprising, though.) they have knee-pads! and thumbholes! and little buttons on their legs to accommodate other bits of costume!
y'know, it must be great to be grizabella. you have two major songs to do, and you get a standing ovation for 'em. ;)
anyway, there are no words. it didn't even hurt, unlike last time, because it was just so utterly wonderful. i knew front row seats would be worth the wait; i just knew it. it didn't even matter than the stage was too high to really see, because there's so much going on anyway, up higher, that you don't even know where to look.
and! the best moment/s, by far, had to be the tugger. the tugger rocks at the best of times. when i saw it in london in '97, we were ogling him, and he ogled back. that was fab enough. this time i had the tugger looking right at me for the last bit of his song, and he blew me a kiss because he'd been cat-staring at me, and he sang most of "mr. mistoffeles" at me! I GOT TUGGERED!!
*large grin*
oh, i love the tugger. and also mistoffeles, and skimbleshanks...
so, yes, it was really. frelling. cool.
i am going to be there on final night, if anyone wants to come along. and i'll try my damnedest to get front row seats (although i have a feeling i'll fail in that endeavour) because it really does not compare...
so endeth the gush...
as a final note, i've had a wonderful idea for a piece of creative writing. since we've been learning all about multiple personality disorder with brottman, and on the video documentary we watched there was a woman whose personalities each wrote in the same diary, with different handwritings, i've been struck with an idea along those lines. a story from the point of view (or points of view) of someone with MPD, told through each of the 'alters'. and i need you guys to help me with the handwriting. :)
if i ever write it, is anyone willing to copy out various passages for me? they can either scan them and send them, or send me the actual things and i'll scan them. just let me know...
right, that's everything. i shall now go to bed and prepare for the consumption of lots of alcohol tomorrow...
oh, except that i have a job. it's at the vine inn in mickleover (which has a bus service that comes more than once every hour) and it's seven hours a week on thursday and friday nights, at £4.50/hour. yay job! yay job that gives me saturday off! :D
tuggerrrrred! (and also pirates because of growltiger, but he says "rrrra!" instead of "arrrr!"...)