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...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*

I haven't written fanfic in ages - years, even - but I adored the new St Trinian's movie and was inspired. This is also my first piece of femmeslash.

So, fic!

Title: I Write, Therefore I am.
Rating: Hmm, not sure. Probably PG, PG-13 at the very most.
Pairing: Kelly/Polly (femmeslash).
Notes: Betaed by the very wonderful tahira_saki, who also made my icon. :D There's also a very tiny in-joke for plum177 and I. Crossposted to sttrinians.

( Polly Holmes has always liked writing. )