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I managed to get the afternoon off work today so I could get home in time to help out with the village Christmas light switch-on. Arrived at 3pm to be faced with a group of people picking over three boxes of an odd assortment of used decorations with no means of fixing them to the 5m-high room. But as some of you know I am (almost) fearless in the face of high stepladders. :)) Kye would be proud of my efforts with tinsel and baubles, I hope. Just a pity we didn't have any 6ft snakes to hand...

After Transfiguration came potions - mulled cider, to be exact. Which Must Be Tried at Hallowe'en if I ever managed to arrive on time on the Friday. It foams up most satisfyingly - even without the cloak we were getting witch comments. It went down very well (there's few tasks more satisfying than giving away tasty free alcholic stuff).

Finally the Christmas lights were switched on - and stayed on for about 5 minutes before we blew the fuse trying to boil another kettle of cider.

'Village' makes it sound very cosy, and many of us living here try to make it so, though the restrictions against double-glazing make the houses less so in this weather. Still, as I type I'm looking at a quintessential Christmassy scene of glowing Christmas tree (carried home on the train yesterday), roaring fire and an exceedingly gorgeous cat curled up in front of it.

Yesterday was the first time I've decorated a Christmas tree with anyone other than my parents. (Unless I count the cat when I was living alone. Or the fifteen or so trees at Sectus, though I'm not sure I had much to do with those apart from putting them together). That seems a sad state of affairs for someone of my age.

And the seafood? That came in the film I've just been watching - Passionada. I've been wanting to see it for a while as its one of the few Jason Isaacs roles where he gets to be the romantic lead. Of sorts. I was glad I never succumbed to buying the film as I doubt I'll ever watch it again - the characters made no sense, and Jason's was excruciating to watch - not, of course, because of the quality of the acting, but because of the quality of acting a complete tosser with an affinity for LOUD shirts (JI complained about this continuously on the commentary track) and a dodgy wig (due to him being completely bald after shooting Black Hawk Down). Thankfully his eyes get some screen time and as an added bonus he actually uses his own accent (I find him rather incomprehensible when he tries to do Irish or American).

Steamy seafood scene from aforementioned movie.
(In which Jason eats, along with the actress' fingers, lots of chicken and tofu disguised as fish dishes.)
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Well, I didn't get to speak to Jason Isaacs as much as I was hoping (though given that meeting him under these circumstances was beyond my wildest dreams until a couple of months ago, I am trying not to be too disappointed about that. :) I will say this, though: everything that is said about him being gracious to his fans is true.

I was all set to post when I got home last Saturday, but Tiscali chose to keep me off the net that night. And my net time has been swallowed by Sectus since. So here goes now...

The play )

The people )

The photos )

Finally, if any other virgin stalkers reading this are planning to go along, it might be useful to know:

*The play only lasts 55 minutes and has no interval. (A woman I spoke to before the play was not aware of this.)

*The bars open 30 mins (I think) before the performance, and you can take your drink into the auditorium if it's in a plastic glass. (How cool is that?)

*Jason is mostly on the left hand side of the stage as the audience see it (i.e. nearer the high numbered seats) and Lee is mostly on the right. However, they spend a fair bit of time looking across the stage, so try to get a seat near the centre if you want to see the most of both. Lower-numbered seats might be better for seeing more of Jason's expressions (unless the newspaper gets in the way?). That said, I was in a high numbered seat and didn't feel I missed much (any seat close enough to see the colour of the actors' eyes is good enough for me! ;), though I'm glad that I'll be a bit to the other side of the centre next time I go.

*If you want them to sign something glossy (like the programme or a photo or pretty much anything other than an autograph book), take a marker or metallic pen rather than an ordinary biro or gel pen. (I didn't, but those that did thankfully shared generously.)

*And if you want them to sign something thinner than a programme, don't forget to take something (a clipboard, book or whatever) to lean on!
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I managed to get pretty good tickets for [livejournal.com profile] annephoenix, her s.o. and me to go see Jason Isaacs in the last performance of The Dumb waiter's run, but could I wait that long? After reading [livejournal.com profile] czeri's post, no way. If I've been thinking that getting a signed picture from him would make my decade, spending another £30 to actually meet him before it gets crazy? Hell, I owe it to myself. This guy's Lucius transformed my life over the last four years. And now I can say 'thank you' in person. If I dare approach him. If I managed to get a word out without sounding like a giddy fangirl.

Oh, to hell with it. I am a giddy fangirl. :) But I might as well get to be a groupie now, seeing as I never did during my teenage years.

As luck would have it, my parents are having a big dinner party on Saturday for their friends, which gives me a very good reason to be out of the house. And then the Sectus Venue Liaiser called me and said we could visit the Not the Yule Ball venue on Saturday morning. (Over the weekend I've become Head of Decor for Sectus, which is exciting enough in itself - I mean, how often do you get to throw a party for loads of like-minded folk, with enough of a budget to really make magic?) So I did the obvious thing and gave Trafalgar Studios a call. I mean, I'm on my own, right? Surely they have a space that needs filling?

There's a seat a third of the way back, says the woman on the phone. Oh, and one at the end of the front row, which is half the price. And on Jason's side of the stage.

I never expected to get a seat at the front, let alone without having to pay £30!!

And I'm starting to feel nervous already. God knows how much I've wanted to meet Jason, and almost my wildest dream is about to come true. If I can pluck up the nerve to go say Hello. If I manage to get through an hour of Jason being menacing at two meters distance without melting...

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