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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

Re: This, I went 'Ooh. Shiny!'.

Re: Doctor Who, I went 'EEEEEEEE SHINY SHINY OMG DAVID MORRISSEY OMG ROSITA OMG TEN EEEEE SHINY.' *happy fangirl*

I had issues with it as far as plot went, and I had issues with it on the feminism front, but that was afterwards. While I was watching it, it swept me along and I loved it.

Omg two new headvoices. Burning question: Who do I app??? *jazzhands of gleeful indecision*

Off to bed now. Night!

Current Mood: sleepy

I have shinies.

Happy Christmas, everyone. :D

IS ALMOST DOCTOR WHO TIEMS NAO WHEEEEE.

Current Mood: happy

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

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

Not just a sea of hands, but an ocean. Making Ricky Gervais from The Office do That Dance. Knowing Pete Doherty was utterly shambolic but dancing anyway because it was Children of the Revolution and he sang it with Elton John, dammit. U2 releasing a hundred doves from the stage without being mawkishly sentimental. Giving Bob Geldof a massive cheer when he sang 'I Don't Like Mondays' even though 90% of the audience probably thought he was rubbish.* Seeing Pink Floyd reform for the first time in 20 years and probably the only time ever. 205 thousand people singing 'Angels' with Robbie Williams. Seeing almost the entire crowd in tears or on the verge of same when they showed pictures of the Ethiopia famine and brought a survivor on stage. Madonna singing to said girl with her arm around her. Making Peter Kay sing 'Amarillo'. Thinking Mariah Carey was awful but cheering anyway because she had an African children's choir as her backing group. Annie Lennox kneeling down beside one of them and giving him her mic in The Big Finale. Knowing that 2.5 billion people (or so) would kill to be where you are. One quarter of The Beatles (The Beatles!!) singing their best songs, at one point with George Michael. Everyone singing the chorus from 'Hey Jude' for at least fifteen minutes. Clicking your fingers simultaneously with millions of people round the globe. Singing along to everything. Kofi Annan at a pop concert. Paying £10 for a programme and £5 for a smallish polystyrene dish of chicken stirfry and not minding. U2 singing 'Beautiful Day' and meaning it despite the sky being leaden grey. Dancing to the Scissor Sisters singing their best songs. Praying all this would make a difference to G8 despite what the critics say. Knowing that you have to get Keane's album. Travis singing 'Why Does It Always Rain On Me?' even though it wasn't and didn't. Spontaneously booing when Dubya's picture was shown on the big screen. Bono from U2 proving once again that he is probably the coolest man on earth. Robbie Williams stealing the show from legendary global icons. The Who rocking so very hard (and so very incredibly) despite only two of them being still alive. Not getting anything stolen even though we weren't really watching our bags half the time. Wondering what the hell Elton John thinks is so great about Pete Doherty. The most buzzing atmosphere you could imagine. Ignoring David Beckham to chant for Robbie. Scissor Sisters being the best act- until Robbie came on. The merchandise stall completely selling out of everything but programmes. Doing 'Queen claps' until- and even though- your arms ached, when Robbie did maybe the best cover ever of 'We Will Rock You'. Madonna proving she definitely hasn't 'lost it'. Mariah Carey proving she definitely has. Thinking Snoop Dogg was a great performer even though you can't stand his music. Elton John playing the piano like a man possessed but never hitting a wrong note. Sting singing 'We'll Be Watching You' to the G8 leaders. Standing for the better part of ten hours and not minding. Never wanting to leave even though your feet were aching and your calves threatening to drop right off from your knees. Feeling that you would never, ever stop smiling again. Over-running by two and a half hours and loving every minute of it. Walking for three miles through a completely unfamiliar part of London at 1am to get to our hotel, and knowing that it was all completely, utterly worth it.

In short, it was ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AMAZING, and don't let anyone tell you different.

*For the record, I didn't.

Current Mood: still buzzing
Current Music: The TV