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The Enormous La Cage Aux Folles Picspam, take two! This time, our focus will be twofold: firstly the Cagelles, the beautiful and multi-talented dancers at the La Cage Aux Folles nightclub, and secondly on John Barrowman’s Zaza. John gets a section all to himself because he’s damn pretty and there are lots of photos of him being damn pretty. Bless you, fandom.

(Also, a note: the Picspam Part One has been heavily updated since yesterday. Go, take a look, give me the hook, or the ovation... I’ll stop now. *shuffles off*)

NEEDLESS TO STATE, THIS PICSPAM IS ALSO VERY, VERY BIG. CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK.

( And first off, Les Cagelles! )

So, now for the guy you all came to see – wait, wrong musical. ANYWAY. John Barrowman makes a wonderful, incredibly good-looking Zaza and his voice is, ahem, fantastic... but he’s not Roger Allam. *totally plays favourites* Luckily, he’s also John Barrowman, so I love him anyway.

( And on with the show! Only champagne from now until the finale... )

And for bonus, some shots of John and his man. Because they are incredibly happy-making, and the original point of this picspam was to cheer someone up. ^_~

( So live and love as hard as you know how, because the best of times is now... )

And that really is a wrap, folks!

OH MY GOD IT'S DONE.

Current Mood: tired

I’ve been tossing around the idea of doing a picspam of John Barrowman as Albin/Zaza in La Cage Aux Folles for some time now – ever since the promotional images started surfacing on the net, in fact. His run in the show has combined my current twin fangirl obsessions perfectly, even if he doesn’t make as good an Albin as Roger Allam. He’s good, yes, but Roger Allam pretty much achieved perfection.

Anyway. Like I said, I’ve been meaning to do the John-as-Zaza picspam for a while, and have finally been spurred into it to cheer an upset person on Journalfen’s Unfunnybusiness comm up. And while I’m at it, I figured, gorgeous men dressed as gorgeous women in sparkly outfits and with fantastic legs... like you can ever get enough, right? Plus, more people should know the genius that was the Roger Allam and Philip Quast run in La Cage. So this is not just the Johnspam, it’s the La Cage Aux Folles picspam!

I’ve divided it up into sections separated by LJ cuts, but be warned: THIS THING IS HUGE. Between the joint efforts of me,

plum177 and

niblick_iii, we must have acquired if not all the photos of Quast and Allam’s run on the net, then at least the majority. I haven’t used them all here, but I have used a hell of a lot.

And so, messieurs-dames, I give you... La Cage Aux Folles!

( First up, a few random Zazas that I’ve acquired photos of. Includes Grahame Norton, Douglas Hodge, the Zaza (and Georges) in the current Parisian production, and at least one whose name I don’t know. )

( Next, some shots of the supporting cast, all from various 2008/2009 London productions. Smaller section this time. )

( The first La Cages cast I ever saw, and the original reason for my obsession: Philip Quast as Georges and Roger Allam as Zaza. )

And that’s all for this post, folks! Second instalment: John Barrowman and the Cagelles!

Current Mood: accomplished

So.

I met the Doctor and Captain Jack yesterday.

This was Captain Jack:

...And this was the Doctor.

:D! Sylvester McCoy for the win. He was fantastically lovely.

( Long story short... )

I love my city. It's grimy and grotty and mad and beautiful; it has some of the people I love best in the world, and a lot of the people I think are the best. It fights off floods and alien invasions and delights in its own geekishness; it's clouded with people but there's always someone who wants to know your name. It has its own language and its own song: I see the stained-glass archaic grace of St John's, the alien ship lighting up the smoky sky, the white points of the stadium and the canopy of lights along St Mary's, and I know I'm home.

But it's when I walk across the Bay at night, glowing with velvet dark and misty-bright colours and in these stones horizons sing and laughing people in the laughing air, that I know I'm in love.

It's the Rift City. It's my city.

And I fucking love the stupid place.

Current Mood: cheerful

...Dude, screw that emo shit. I MET BURN GORMAN AND ROWAN ATKINSON IN THE SPACE OF AN HOUR LAST NIGHT.

(Well, still not entirely happy, but a lot better now. It's amazing what fangirl squee can do for your mood.)

Lauren and I decided to have a shot at hanging round outside Oliver! to see him when we came out, since we weren't that far away and

galacticconman had told us when it finished. We had to wait a while (I was actually quite surprised by the size of the crowd that wound up outside the stage door, probably because I am an idiot), but eventually Jodie SomethingOrOther (who plays Nancy) came out, and while she was busy being mobbed (she was, incidentally, very nice - Lauren got her autograph, and she seemed a good giggle) out sneaks Burn, hood up. I nearly missed him, and I was looking out for him, but luckily the only other Torchwood fans in the crowd nabbed him before he passed us. He seemed happy enough to be recognised, and chatted to Lauren and I for a few minutes (he says hi, Em!), but clearly didn't want to stop long. However, he posed for a photo with Lauren and gave her a cute autograph, and then when I asked for a photo too and had difficulty getting to him for it (stupid crowds) he said something along the lines of 'oh, come here' and pulled me through the crowd and really close against him. It definitely counted as a snug, he was holding me tight while Lauren took the photo. And I was happy. :D

( Photos! Burn and Lauren, then Burn and me. We hearts the Gorman, we does. )

Burn Gorman = resounding sweetie. And, as Lauren said, much better looking in real life. Okay, there's still something of a resemblance to an underfed wide-mouthed tree frog there, but the camera does him even less favours than it does me, and that's saying something.

We had to wait ages for Rowan to turn up: Lauren and I were half-frozen and the couple I'd been exchanging Blackadder quotes with had given up by the time he appeared. Even we, hardened Blackadder fangirls that we are, were well into the last ten minutes we were prepared to wait when he popped out like a ninjalike, tiny black weevil. I had no idea the guy was so short! He was only about my height, and clearly very quiet. He wasn't saying very much to anyone, just occasional 'thank you for coming's with his head down, and not personalising autographs. I was a little sad about this (totally not because I wanted him to say my name with that awesome, hilariously funny voice he's got going, whut). But after he signed for Lauren and I, I went back a second time to say 'thank you ever so much, you must be frozen' (he was only wearing a jumper, and I felt frostbitten in mittens, hoodie, boots and thick coat), and he finally looked up and gave me a rather nice smile as he said 'you're welcome', and goodbye.

Not much at all, but a lot more than anyone else in that crowd got, so I was happy. <3 Blackadder.

( Rowan signing. He really <i>is</i> slightly weevil-like. )

Round-up of the rest of the London trip to follow.

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In other news, the BBC has cast yet another young white guy as the new Doctor. Hear the sound of my resounding lack of surprise.

I am disappointed, though. The odds on Paterson Joseph were so good that I really hoped we might have someone a bit different in the role for once.

I totally wanted Meera Syal, though, damnit. *sulks*

Current Mood: tired

Backdated to about 5pm on the 20th...

...Ahahahahaha. The curse of the Muppets strikes again! *cuddles her Cookie Monster hoodie*

Rupert Grint was on my plane home.

Like a silly cow, I managed to put my camera in the hold with the suitcases, and of course you can't use your mobile (and hence your mobile phone's camera) on a plane. ARGH! But I popped down during the flight and got his autograph.

I also got an autograph for my (wussy) small brother who refused to go say hi, and thus am firmly in the Awesome Big Sister Of Awesome territory right now. Rupert was very nice, though a bit quiet, and seemed fairly happy to be recognised. (And his sister is hot. Er.) Though given his fandom, he was probably just happy I didn't stick around long and wasn't BATSHIT INSANE. *fears the Harry Potter fandom*

So now, of course, I'm sitting in my seat on the plane handwriting my LJ post on the subject. Complete with notes in the margin of my notepad. Sometimes I'm so geeky it worries even me.

...Should I ETA if I manage to get a photo with him once we've landed? Hope he doesn't get some kind of VIP treatment - although since he's flying budget, I doubt it. How do actual megacelebs (you know, Angelina Jolie and her ilk) get their luggage and stuff, anyway?

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ETA: (Of course I ETA'd. What kind of geek do you take me for?

You bet your arse I got pictures. With surprisingly shitty camera phone, but is Ron Weasley with me!

Am sitting in our hotel room now, on nasty hard pull-out bed. Still, is only for one night.
( He looks kinda scared, I think. There's also a rather adorable one with my Small Brother, which would be more adorable if the damn photo weren't so blurry. Wish I'd had my proper camera on me. )

*goes into hiding from the amassed Whoniverse and Harry Potter fandoms*

Current Mood: accomplished

*sniffle* Living here is so hard. I- I think I might hate my city, guys.

...Oooooor not.

:D!!!

Current Mood: chipper

...I got another hug from John Barrowman tonight.

It made running like hell all the way from work (stopping in the house first to pick up supplies - did I mention it was freezing?) and all the waiting around we've done this week totally worth it. I've just got to the Bay and am running like hell trying to find Michelle and Emma ---- and then suddenly there's a John Barrowman, in full costume and overcoat, walking past me. This time my brain DIDN'T go kaput, happily, and I said "Hi John!"

He turns and says hi, and I laugh and say that I was the daft girl who couldn't talk to him at the last filming, and could I please have another hug? And he ignores the security guard saying no (to him and to me) and his own "I really, really shouldn't... They'll all want one, etc." to hold out his arms.

He left not long after, so there's no way I would have had any other chance. He brought a couple of his dogs down in the car with him, and was playing with them just before he left. OMG SO CUTE. Eeeeeeee. Emma and I offered him pizza, but alas didn't get him to do the "Who the hell orders pizza in the name of Torchwood?" line. WOE.

Good God that man is beautiful. Seriously, seriously beautiful.

(AND SOMEONE GOT FILM OF HIM HUGGING ME. IT'S GOING TO BE UP ON YOUTUBE. :D!!!)

In conclusion: YAY ME. Fantastic, fantastic, fantastic city. <3333

Current Mood: ecstatic

Because clearly I want my flist to want to kill me...

Talking to Cati in my last but one post (:D) reminded me that there’s a post I really should have made first; it’s been due for over a fortnight now. The 27th was my brother's birthday, and on our way down to Cardiff Bay for cinema and meal to celebrate we spotted the Torchwood filming lorries pulled up outside the Royal Infirmary. Well, I went back there later and eventually wound up missing Barrowman by about ten minutes (this was previously a cause for *sulks* but now I don't care :D), but what I did find out was that they were filming on City Road the next day.

The next day, Amy and I go into Cardiff and narrowly miss them finishing at the Royal Infirmary for a second time. But they're setting up on City Road instead - two doors down from our favourite cafe. So unlike the silly masses perched on the other side of the road watching Eve Myles film on her own, half the time inside so you can't see anything at all, Amy and I (and later Teaboy, Emily and Chris) hole up inside Shot In The Dark with tea, food, free internet and comfort and keep an eye on the crowd out of the window to see if Eve's going to be prepared to talk to anyone. Well, no luck, so eventually the other three push off again, leaving Amy and me on our own once more. There was a small and adorable fourteen-year-old boy called George in the crowd who Amy and I had chatted to earlier - he was staying in the city with his parents, but had gone off finding Torchwood on his own. Very, very cute, and almost certainly crushing on John Barrowman. <3 Anyway, he mentioned having found their trailers, so Amy and I go off to try to find them. We succeeded.

And spot Kai Owen, in costume as Rhys and talking to someone scripty while he waited to go off to film. Kai in turn spots me peeping over the wall and waving to him, and goes 'Omg it's you!'.

That's right. He recognised me, on my own, having last met me when I was in the middle of a big group of squeaking, giggly fangirls several months ago, FROM HALFWAY ACROSS A CAR PARK. And the first chance he got he came running over to say hi!

Kai Owen is the sweetest man in the world.

He stays and chats to Amy and I for a good ten or fifteen minutes. He covered Torchwood in general (yes, there will be a series 4), Children Of Earth in particular (it's pretty creepy and he really thinks it's good, Rhys will be in it all the way through, he and Gwen are looking for a house), how were all the other girls, were we going to go to the Hub convention in the autumn, how was university and what were Amy and I studying, etcetera etcetera. At one point he has to run off, but swears to us he wouldn't go without saying goodbye, and makes good on his promise, coming running back as soon as he can. And then he has to go off to film, but before he goes he signs an autograph for Amy and gives me a hug over the wall.

And that was when I realised I had a mad crush on that man. <3 I kind of want to find him when he's not working so I can buy him a drink. The man totally deserves it.

EVERY PEOPLES SHOULD HUG KAI OWEN. TRUFAX.

OMG YOU GUYS.

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!

I, er, got cuddles from John Barrowman today.

No, no, let's be proper about this. That was Torchwood filming, and we were in Wales. I got cwtches.

If I've squeed to you on AIM about this, you probably don't need to look under the cut. At any rate, if I've talked to you out of chat.

( Long and squeeful explanation (and photo!) under the cut. )

So then I toddle off to work, which by God was exhausting. But I didn't care, because I got cwtches from John Barrowman today.

( Less vague spoilers this time, folks. )

Current Mood: giddy

I fucking LOVE my city.

Pics to follow!

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Love Is In The Air - Colin Firth and Rupert Everett

So, right. We got off the train at about 9pm in Cardiff, instead of the 2am that Lauren and I should have been getting in at. And since we could take about ten minutes off the journey time by walking through the city centre and getting a taxi from the theatre, we decide to do that and save money, since we weren't particularly tired.

skitty_kat left because her place was in a different direction, and so did

nevaendinstorey, so it was just me,

plum177 and

requiem2adream who were fussing over whether or not a minivan-sized taxi would be more expensive than an ordinary-sized one when there's a voice behind us: "'Scuse, are you getting this taxi?"

And we turn around.

And it's DAVID FUCKING TENNANT.

Who promptly got mobbed. I was shockingly coherent, all things considered, and he was very nice and very understanding of the three squeeing fangirls he was suddenly surrounded by. Amy squeaked "Gosh, you're awfully tall!" and he laughed and said something along the lines of "...Er, I suppose so. Sorry!" and I managed to gabble something about where we'd just been.

And, of course, he posed for photos, although the girlfriend was rather grumpy about it.

( PROOF, BABY! )

Then we let him get away, and Lauren and I clung together and squealed and, apparently, missed him turning around in the taxi to wave! Luckily Amy didn't, and waved back.

David Tennant, baby. *still grinning!*

Then this Monday Natasha and I were due to meet up in Cardiff for some shopping-and-gossip therapy. Only she was late, so at 3ish I'm waiting for her outside Howells in the middle of Cardiff, and then this tall bloke walks past me into the shop. And I double take.

And then, of course, I follow him in, to see if it really is who I think it is, and being Cardiff, indeed it is one Mr Russell T. Davies Esq., who when I went up to him to say hi and that I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who and Torchwood bounced at me gleefully and wrung my hand several times and asked my name, and was quite happy to have a chat and a photo. Even though, as he put it, "...Oh, damnit, I'm in the bloody make-up section!", and even though I told him off about the lack of Martha, and that I liked her better than Catherine Tate or Billie Piper. And he was a vair nice man, and I liked him muchly.

( So, of course, photo. )

I also got ordered to watch Torchwood tonight and Doctor Who tomorrow. Then I say thank you and trot off to met Natasha, and then a few shops later, upstairs in HMV, I turn around AND THERE HE IS AGAIN.

I got stalked by Russell T. Davies. God, I love Cardiff.

And at the time, having met him, I was going to agree with

oz_the_bobble who said that after meeting him she'd forgiven him all his cock-ups.

And then I saw Torchwood, and my rough non-spoilery summary would be : DAMN YOU, DAVIES. D:

Current Mood: crushed

So, uh.

First of all: back in November, I logged onto the Cardiff Uni computers in the library and spotted a notice on the virtual noticeboard that pops up every time that said that Torchwood was filming in the Psychology building a few nights later. So

niblick_iii,

plum177,

seren_cymraeg,

galacticconman and I went to go have a nose, despite the rain and the fact that it was seriously fucking freezing. And we waited a bit, and along comes one Mr Burn Gorman. Psychology building, which is a big tower, has these huge revolving doors, and whilst the other three huddled (and, okay, Emma squeaked and went silent) I went after him, since I thought we might not get another chance. And Burn decides to arse around in these doors, and just grins at me, "This is great! Get in!"

So I do, obviously.

Except then he got bored and went in, and the horrible security guard wouldn't let me go after him, so I trooped back out. And then Emma decided we were all going to stay and wait, so we did... outside, for two bloody hours.

Admittedly, when he came out, he was awesome. He told off the guard for not letting us in to warm up (did I mention it was freezing?), and signed Emma's Owen bear, and signed autographs and had pictures taken with all of us, even though it was freezing (by the way) and a little bit rainy, and was generally very sweet. And validated my tea addiction! :D

( Photo and scan of autograph under cut )

Manchester Collectormania won at life, but that's for the next post.

Current Mood: blah

So. I, er, have been intending to write this post for a while (i.e., since Thursday night), but never got around to. Because I suck.

Anyway- I CAN HAS ENTRY TO UNIVERSITEE NAO!

3 As AT A-LEVEL, BAYBEE. I WIN AT LIFE AND THE UNIVERSE AND STUFF. YES.

If people were wondering, I did English Language, History and French. And I'm going to do English Language Studies and French at Cardiff University, yes, yes I am. *updates her schools on her info page gleefully*

LOOKIT LOOKIT LOOKIT. UCAS SAID SO AND EVERYTHING. ->

	Welcome Bethan,
	The current status of your Application is:
	Congratulations! Your place at Cardiff University (C15) to study French/Language Studies (4 years) (QR11) has been confirmed.

*boogies* I'm moving out now, I'm moving out now, woo!

Thursday was, like, almost the best day ever. I got a grand total of, er, four hours' sleep Wednesday night, and was all sort of 'Bzuh'? at 9am Thursday morning. Pootled over to school (my old school now, bitches, hahahahaha) to get my results, squealed, said 'oh my God' a lot, got screamed at by both parents on the phone (separate phonecalls, thank God, or my eardrums might have spontaneously combusted). I, er, may have tormented them by starting the conversation a bit like this:
Me: Hi, Mum/Dad. I, er, didn't get what Cardiff wanted.
Nervous!Parent: ...What did you get?
Me: Better! THREE As BAYBEE!
Parent: *scream* DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!
Serve them right for spending the last week tormenting me by periodically calling out 'Hey, Bethan? Thursday!'. Ha ha ha, suckas. XD

So. Went home (walked part of the way, got picked up by a squealyhappy mother halfway home), and the parentals have decorated the place. Balloons, banners, those funny poppy things that go bang and spray streamers, the usual. Have bighuge cake with champagne-bottle candles, Thornton's bear with 'Congratulations' on it, card, £20, and new shiny SWATCH watch that I said I liked on holiday and Dad apparently ran a marathon (or something) to go back and grab without me seeing. Also, real actual champagne, which I was surprised to quite like, since I hate wine.

Then Grandad calls, and says he wants to take us out for lunch. Okay, says we, although we'd already had plans, because hey, nice thought and it keeps him happy, right? (He also decided to phone half the family and tell them my results, which, grr. My news, damnit. Oh well, never mind.) So, we went out, nice enough meal (Grandad's choice in restaurants tends to leave something to be desired, but still), then off to garden centre because it has a shop which sells gorgeous organic homemade foods. Including gorgeous chocolate, a bar of which my kid brother bought with his own money secretly and gave me later with a 'well done'. Bless his heart.

Then home for an hour or so, then out again, to my choice this time- our favourite (very expensive) Chinese restaurant in Cardiff Bay. Gorgeous meal (mmm, queen mussels and chilli), much fun, and then after a wander around Cardiff Bay. And guess who I saw standing outside a restaurant, just having had a smoke? (Bless you, smoking ban, bless you forever. Mmm, nonsmelly restaurants.)

Gareth David Lloyd, aka IANTO BLOODY JONES, THAT'S WHO. AGAIN.
(Guys, plz don't kill me.)

More accurately, I spotted him, doubletook, thought 'Huh, guess not. Looked like him, though.' (It was quite shadowy.) My parents and brother have stopped a little way ahead of me. Dad: ...Is that who I think it is?
Me: ...Ianto from Torchwood, right? It looks like him, but I didn't think so.
Mum: I've only seen him in the photo you took, but I'm sure it is!
Me: ...Ah, hell. I'ma go find out!
Since, uh. The last time I met him, I was in such an advanced state of glee, not helped by the fact that he is really bloody gorgeous, that I wasn't a hundred percent sure that I said thank you in the end. Which, rude, especially since I interrupted him and the girlfriend and they commenced to make my day.
So, they head on a bit and I go say hi, now he's put his cigarette out (which. Ew. Still, it's not like I'm going to get to date him, is it? And it's clearly not affected his pretty. Yet.)
Me: *sure I know the right order his real names go in this time* Hey, you're Gareth David Lloyd, aren't you?
Him: *blinkblinkblink* Er, yes, I am. (All surprised. God, he's adorable.)
Me: Hi! I'm a Torchwood fan, I met you with your girlfriend before in Cardiff? *grin* You signed my wage slip...
Him: *laughs* Yeah, I remember.
Me: I just wanted to say- er, I'm not totally sure I said thank you, before. So if I didn't: thanks, you made my day.
Him: Haha, you're welcome. *shakes my hand*
Me: :D!

He didn't seem to mind talking, so...
Me: When's Torchwood back on?
Him: Sometime in January, they're not sure exactly yet.
Me: And Martha's in it, isn't she? From Doctor Who?
Him: Yeah, just for three episodes though.
Me: Aww, I really like Martha!
Him: Sorry. But she'll be in it more in series 3... *covers mouth guiltily: see earlier comment re adorable* But I'm not really supposed to say that.
Me: :D! Okay, thanks! I'll let you get back now.
Him: *grin* You're welcome! Bye!
Me: *walk off* *glee long time*

Thank God for my parents, really. Rejoined fambly, geeked out gleefully, was tolerated indulgently, went home.

And then I logged onto t'internets, and things kinda went bad in several directions at once, and I wailed very slightly (mostly because overtired, I strongly suspect). But then Eric made me giggle again repeatedly, which I <3 him for being really good at, and all was much betterer.

AND THAT WAS (ALMOST) THE BEST DAY EVER.

*danceydancedance* DID I MENTION I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY, YET?

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Run - Snow Patrol

EEEEEEEEEE OMGOMGOMG. *flails!* I met Ianto from Torchwood yesterday!

Was in Cardiff with Nathan, having just had a mock argument over whether or not I'd ever find one of the Doctor Who/Torchwood stars in Cardiff. I hadn't had caffeine at all by this point, so we were about to head into the Virgin building to go get drinks when I suddenly clock the couple walking a little ahead of us. The guy (who was on the side closest to me) was strangely familar.

"Hey, isn't that the dude who plays Ianto on Torchwood?" says I. "Gareth David Lloyd?"

Nathan doesn't watch the show, so doesn't know and doesn't care. I look again, and it's HIMOMG. So Nathan skedaddles into the building without me, and I walk after them to try and catch up. They're being very couple-y, so I think 'whups, no, damn, it'd be rude to interrupt' but then suddenly they break apart a little more and so I think 'sod it, I'm never going to get another chance'.

"'Scuse me?" I call, before I can lose courage again. He turns and it IS him. "You're Ianto, aren't you? In Torchwood?"

"Oh!" he looks a bit surprised and really pleased to be recognised. (Bless.) "Oh, yes, yes I am."

:D! go I. So I tell him Ianto's my favourite (this is true- joint with Jack and Tosh) and thankfully don't tell him how jealous I am that he got to snog John Barrowman (possibly wouldn't go down too well with the girlfriend, who incidentally was Cerys from episode two- they are adorable together), and ask for an autograph. I scrabble in my bag for paper ('oshitz why do I never have any') and he laughs and says maybe he should carry around photos to sign, and eventually I produce my wage slip (of course, when I go in my bag five mins later, there's a whole sheaf of paper in there), and thankfully also a biro. So he asks my name (he doesn't sound like Ianto IRL- his voice isn't as deep and he doesn't sound like he's from North-West Wales, he's got an accent more like mine, which makes sense as he's from Bettws) and signs the wage slip.

"Can I get a photo as well?" says I, deciding to be cheeky, and he grins and says yes, and puts his arm around me, and so Cerys-the-girlfriend takes it on my mobile phone. He put his arm around me. I am never washing that shirt ever again. It's not a bad photo, wonder of wonders. And for once I didn't look a complete mess at the time- had I seen them in Cardiff on the day before, when I'd gone in to get clothes for the French meal, I was incredibly scruffy and it would have been so embarrassing.

And then I make with the squeeface and say thankyou, and that I'll stop bothering them now, and they laugh and walk off and I go gleefully on my merry way. And then I phone

rowanberries and squee at her for five minutes solid before finding Nathan again. Am going to have to only date geekboys, I think- Nathan looked at me like I'd grown an extra head when I was fangirly and gleeful, and whilst that's fine from a friend (which he is), a boyfriend would have to at least partially Get It.

Anyway... ( Scanned autograph and PHOTO OMG under cut! )

Current Mood: STILL gleeful!
Current Music: Cecilia- Simon & Garfunkel

I went to see John Barrowman's pantomime, Jack and the Beanstalk, for the second time on Tuesday night. And it was MADE OF PURE AWESOME. John Barrowman is sex. On legs. And utterly adorable. He was literally rolling on the floor laughing once or twice during the performance, usually spluttering things like 'this is a kids' show!'. And at the end when they called up little kids from the audience (which is usual for panto, those who don't know), he was so utterly adorable with his group that I fully expect him and his boyfriend to adopt an entire gaggle of kids now that they're hitched and all.

But better than all of this was that this time, I called in a favour from a friend (Tom D) who works in the cast. I didn't do it the first time because with ten of us, it felt too much like taking advantage, but anyway. I now have a signed personalised Torchwood postcard, and at the end in the call-outs (the leads send messages from people in the cast to people in the audience, and also announce birthdays/anniversaries of people in the audience), John Barrowman said hi! To me! John Barrowman said my name. And I am, and will remain, in a puddle of pure fangirlish glee over the above.
And here we have the proof. (If you can't read it, it says 'Bethan, best wishes, John Barrowman'.) XD!!!

In addition to all this wildly awesome awesome, plans for further millicons are being plotted. I've booked Sunday the 11th March off from work, so I can go to a three-day Millicon in London that weekend. Am meeting up with Charlotte when I go to Leicester Uni Open Day on the 31st March. Aaaand I am (hopefully) going to see Spamalot in London with Charlotte and Lauren on the 9th of April. My only regret about this is that Tim Curry is no longer playing Arthur. But. SO MANY AWESOME PEOPLE, AND I GET TO SEE THEM ALL. :D!!