she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes

Okay, so yesterday might possibly have been one of the greatest days of my life. This is rather sad really, because yesterday I went to London and saw two musicals.

( Les Miserables: They're French and revolutionary and stuff )

Then, after a quick break for sustenance, it was off to the Adelphi for Evita.

( Evita: Real men do the tango )

After much deliberation, we decided not to hit the stage door because a) nobody else was lurking there and b) we would actually look like whores. So, armed only with a bottle of Blossom Hill White Zinfandel, we headed back to the hotel to make our own fun.

After many shenanigans with a corkscrew (thank you, receptionist!), wine was consumed and our own fun was duly made. This was done mainly through the medium of photography, aided by homemade signs. Some choice excerpts:
"Jon from S Club 7 cries angels' tears"
"The REAL Javert fondles his microphone"
"I'd get it on with Juan Peron"
"Real men are NOT Belgium"
This was actually a tipsy misprint by Emma, who then sheepishly had to add a tiny 'from'...

The night also promted some gems of quotes...
Me: *to the television* Are you turned on?
Emma: Who, me?

Emma: My paedophile face just looks like my normal face!

Emma: *wistfully* Maybe I imagined the skipping like I imagined the parade...
Her reasoning behind the lack of skipping in the production of Les Mis

Naturally, all the excitement led me to make some irrational merchandise purchases. I am now the proud owner of two pin badges I will never ever wear.

This weekend is shaping up to be... Eventful.

First of all, Emma and I fell headlong in to the depths of Les Mis obsession, and have spent hours watching the DVD, listening to the soundtrack, reading the novel, playing the songs (badly) on Michael... And buying tickets to see the show in Londinium for £50 each. My relationship with my bank balance is very S&M. This awakened obsession has also resulted in many an hour spent cruising LJ for info and choice icons, of which there are many. I also discovered the delectable Aaron Lazar, currently playing Enjolras in the Broadway revival. Here's his homepage; I particularly recommend the Gallery section...

This evening Emma, Louise and myself made a pilgrimage to Vue, our mission being to see Hot Fuzz, starring the delectable Simon Pegg, and featuring many a classy Brit actor. Also, kudos to Rafe Spall for being very hot indeed. I was desperately trying not to get my hopes up, in case it wasn't quite as good as Shaun Of The Dead, but it completely was, so yay! Then , we ventured on to Frankie & Benny's. Needless to say, we ate like the gluttons we are, and now I feel queasy.

This glorious day was rounded off with a trip to Wifey's room to watch Sharpe's Justice. Now, not only did this star Sean 'Sex' Bean, it also featured My TV Boyfriend Philip Glenister! Sigh. He looked rather smashing in velvet, even if the hair was a bit Duran Duran. He was still butch as anything, though. It was like Gene Hunt with principles. And while on the subject...

( Cut for psychoanalysis )

And tomorrow, the plan is to dodge the Neighbours Omnibus bullet, crack on with the Italian, then settle in for the first few hours of State Of Play (Simm! Morrisey! McAvoy! Glenister! Nighy!), watch Recovery (Angsty Bearded Tennant!) and then finish off SOP. It shall be magnificent.

Okay, so here comes some rather brazen pimpage. I have this bizarre thing where, when I get into a show, or a band, or whatever, I cannot rest easy until I have converted others to the cause.

( They only want me for my Pimp Juice )

Finally, I love thedreamygirl for making me this:

That's practically canon, y'all.