Oh, I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside
Jan. 27th, 2008 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sophieisgodOH SHITTING HELL. My massive review post just deleted itself. *WOE*
ANYWAY, *pointed look at LiveJournal* yesterday was HARRYTIME, AKA Another Theatre Pigrimage Of Doom... Harry Lloyd in The Sea, people. Good times.
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templa_otmena and thedreamygirl had a relatively early train to catch. It did take us a while to get past the end of our street, because Louise managed to forget a) her glasses and b) the tickets. But, once we'd got past some mild ticket-based kerfuffle at the station, we still had a good quarter of an hour before our train was due. Thusly, I stopped at a kiosk for a bottle of water. Meanwhile, in the grip of what they would later term HARRY FEVER, Louise and Hana were dashing for the platform and boarding a train which was not ours, with the goal of securing a table. Having purchased my refreshing beverage, I walked briskly to the train, only for the doors to close in my face while a hostess person made sympathetic gestures. I rang Hana to tell her that they were on the wrong train; she stood up and exclaimed "No!"; we looked at each other through the window as the train pulled out of the station... Louise's contribution was a feeble "Well, at least you'll get some work done..." FOR THE LOSE, YOU TWO. But, I still got to London before them, the fools! And I had a tasty bagel while I waited.
We had some time to kill, so we headed to Convent Garden, as per. We ended up in HMV, where there was a sale, and you can guess where this is heading. There's a reason I have a disregard for my finances tag, you know. Anyhoo, I got Band of Brothers for A THIRD OF THE RRP, the new S&S, and Lady Jane. I mgiht also have purchased S2 of Hex, having never seen S1, just because Sam Troughton was in it. Ohh, Hood!Boys, you will be he death of me! We also managed to locate the theatre where the new Charlie Cox/Richard Coyle play, Pinter's The Lover/The Collection has just opened, and WE ARE TOTALLY GOING TO SEE IT, BITCHES.
We'd managed to flog our spare ticket to the lovelyalkalinegabi, so we had to go and meet her, and then we all went for lunch at Pizza Express. Mmm, goat's cheese. Anyway, something magical happened. RICHARD COYLE WALKED PAST THE WINDOW. It was so erotic. And now, HARRYTIME!
To the theatre! I do so love the Theatre Royal Haymarket, it is so big and gold. Anyway, we were reet excited because we were going in the posh entrance for once. We made our triumphant entrance, only to be informed that we were in the Upper Circle, not the Royal Circle. Thusly, we trudged in the grimy side door, again. Sigh. But HARRYTIME! Ohh, he is so wonderful. Because I'd read the play, I knew that he opened it coming out of the sea and yelling and bedraggled and so forth, so I was hoping for some wet!shirt!porn, if I'm honest. However, crashing waves were projected onto this screen at the front of the stage, and Harry was 'splashing' about behind it all sexy and shouting and sexy, and alas! there was no wet shirt. There was, however, a lovely shirt 'n' braces combo, which got me all in a tizzy. Not for the last time during the performance, let me tell you...
Seriously, astempla_otmena and I say every time we watch him, Harry is just so GOOD for someone so young. His voice in this was much deeper than anything we'd heard him do before, and during our post-match analysis we said that this was the first time we'vereally seen him play a man. Will Scarlett is eighteen, and lovely, and a little unsure of himself, whereas Willy Carson knows who he is completely. It shows in everything he does, from the way he carries himself to the inflections in his speech. Somewhere under all the lusting, there is AWE. Also, there were SUITS! And crouching down! And sitting with his legs quite far apart (BECAUSE HE IS, AS WE ALL KNOW, A DIRTY FLIRT)! And HANDPORN! in which his (VERY LARGE) hand was splayed on top of a piano! And, most importantly, A REALLY LONG COAT THAT MADE HIM LOOK EVEN TALLER AND MORE DELICIOUS THAN USUAL! Oh my. I pity the poor, poor middle-aged man sitting next to me. I may have squeaked.
He didn't have a great deal to do in the first act; it was mainly sitting in the back of scenes or looking distressed. There was crying! Ohh, it hurt. But mainly, he was the straight man of the piece, and his reactions were just spot on. There were scenes where he'd just be sitting, almost completely still, and I could not take my eyes off him. GAH. The second half of the play was wher he got the really juicy stuff; lots of one-on-one scenes where he oculd relaly shine. YOU GUYS, I LOVE HIM SO HARDCORE, IT IS RIDICULOUS.
There were other people in the play, too! RUSSELL TOVEY! One of The Boys! I've been so excited to see him in this since the Doctor Who Christmas Special, and he did not disappoint. He was so luffly, all adorable and funny and sad and pitiful and luffly. I want to hug him and touch his ears, true fact. And he had a big stick! *stick is phallic* Eileen Atkins was splendiferous, very funny and sharp and tragic and poignant and matriarchal, woop woop. I'd been looking forward to seeing David Haig again after he was so awesome in The Country Wife, and he was also terrific. His breakdown was great, it was just the right balance of funny and unnerving, and the guy just has so much *energy*. I hope he keeps himself hydrated :) Also, I am worried fortempla_otmena, as she seems to be cultivating something of a crush on the man. She posted two pictures of him in her review, and not a one of Harry, THE REASON WE WENT TO THE PLAY IN THE FIRST PLACE! Her mind is a wondrous place sometimes.
And then I went to Waterstone's and bought too many books. Dorothy Parker FTW! And we all got the correct and proper train home. Also, EWAN IN THREE WEEKS!!!!!!! See you on the other side, chicas.
ANYWAY, *pointed look at LiveJournal* yesterday was HARRYTIME, AKA Another Theatre Pigrimage Of Doom... Harry Lloyd in The Sea, people. Good times.
Myself,
templa_otmena and thedreamygirl had a relatively early train to catch. It did take us a while to get past the end of our street, because Louise managed to forget a) her glasses and b) the tickets. But, once we'd got past some mild ticket-based kerfuffle at the station, we still had a good quarter of an hour before our train was due. Thusly, I stopped at a kiosk for a bottle of water. Meanwhile, in the grip of what they would later term HARRY FEVER, Louise and Hana were dashing for the platform and boarding a train which was not ours, with the goal of securing a table. Having purchased my refreshing beverage, I walked briskly to the train, only for the doors to close in my face while a hostess person made sympathetic gestures. I rang Hana to tell her that they were on the wrong train; she stood up and exclaimed "No!"; we looked at each other through the window as the train pulled out of the station... Louise's contribution was a feeble "Well, at least you'll get some work done..." FOR THE LOSE, YOU TWO. But, I still got to London before them, the fools! And I had a tasty bagel while I waited.We had some time to kill, so we headed to Convent Garden, as per. We ended up in HMV, where there was a sale, and you can guess where this is heading. There's a reason I have a disregard for my finances tag, you know. Anyhoo, I got Band of Brothers for A THIRD OF THE RRP, the new S&S, and Lady Jane. I mgiht also have purchased S2 of Hex, having never seen S1, just because Sam Troughton was in it. Ohh, Hood!Boys, you will be he death of me! We also managed to locate the theatre where the new Charlie Cox/Richard Coyle play, Pinter's The Lover/The Collection has just opened, and WE ARE TOTALLY GOING TO SEE IT, BITCHES.
We'd managed to flog our spare ticket to the lovely
alkalinegabi, so we had to go and meet her, and then we all went for lunch at Pizza Express. Mmm, goat's cheese. Anyway, something magical happened. RICHARD COYLE WALKED PAST THE WINDOW. It was so erotic. And now, HARRYTIME!To the theatre! I do so love the Theatre Royal Haymarket, it is so big and gold. Anyway, we were reet excited because we were going in the posh entrance for once. We made our triumphant entrance, only to be informed that we were in the Upper Circle, not the Royal Circle. Thusly, we trudged in the grimy side door, again. Sigh. But HARRYTIME! Ohh, he is so wonderful. Because I'd read the play, I knew that he opened it coming out of the sea and yelling and bedraggled and so forth, so I was hoping for some wet!shirt!porn, if I'm honest. However, crashing waves were projected onto this screen at the front of the stage, and Harry was 'splashing' about behind it all sexy and shouting and sexy, and alas! there was no wet shirt. There was, however, a lovely shirt 'n' braces combo, which got me all in a tizzy. Not for the last time during the performance, let me tell you...
Seriously, as
templa_otmena and I say every time we watch him, Harry is just so GOOD for someone so young. His voice in this was much deeper than anything we'd heard him do before, and during our post-match analysis we said that this was the first time we'vereally seen him play a man. Will Scarlett is eighteen, and lovely, and a little unsure of himself, whereas Willy Carson knows who he is completely. It shows in everything he does, from the way he carries himself to the inflections in his speech. Somewhere under all the lusting, there is AWE. Also, there were SUITS! And crouching down! And sitting with his legs quite far apart (BECAUSE HE IS, AS WE ALL KNOW, A DIRTY FLIRT)! And HANDPORN! in which his (VERY LARGE) hand was splayed on top of a piano! And, most importantly, A REALLY LONG COAT THAT MADE HIM LOOK EVEN TALLER AND MORE DELICIOUS THAN USUAL! Oh my. I pity the poor, poor middle-aged man sitting next to me. I may have squeaked.He didn't have a great deal to do in the first act; it was mainly sitting in the back of scenes or looking distressed. There was crying! Ohh, it hurt. But mainly, he was the straight man of the piece, and his reactions were just spot on. There were scenes where he'd just be sitting, almost completely still, and I could not take my eyes off him. GAH. The second half of the play was wher he got the really juicy stuff; lots of one-on-one scenes where he oculd relaly shine. YOU GUYS, I LOVE HIM SO HARDCORE, IT IS RIDICULOUS.
There were other people in the play, too! RUSSELL TOVEY! One of The Boys! I've been so excited to see him in this since the Doctor Who Christmas Special, and he did not disappoint. He was so luffly, all adorable and funny and sad and pitiful and luffly. I want to hug him and touch his ears, true fact. And he had a big stick! *stick is phallic* Eileen Atkins was splendiferous, very funny and sharp and tragic and poignant and matriarchal, woop woop. I'd been looking forward to seeing David Haig again after he was so awesome in The Country Wife, and he was also terrific. His breakdown was great, it was just the right balance of funny and unnerving, and the guy just has so much *energy*. I hope he keeps himself hydrated :) Also, I am worried for
templa_otmena, as she seems to be cultivating something of a crush on the man. She posted two pictures of him in her review, and not a one of Harry, THE REASON WE WENT TO THE PLAY IN THE FIRST PLACE! Her mind is a wondrous place sometimes.And then I went to Waterstone's and bought too many books. Dorothy Parker FTW! And we all got the correct and proper train home. Also, EWAN IN THREE WEEKS!!!!!!! See you on the other side, chicas.
