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neverwhereDo you know what's even better than watching the absolutely brilliant stage adaptation of His Dark Materials?
Meeting the author Phillip Pullman the night before on the train ride home.
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaa!! *wallows in smugness* :D
After a long, wonderful day in London, meeting up with the delightful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
storme, rummaging through shops and wandering down unexpected alleyways I caught the train from Paddington back to Colnbrook, where I'm staying with my friends Nick and Elly (aren't they cute? :). That train terminates in Oxford...which is where Phillip Pullman lives. And he was sitting three rows in front of me on the train. I couldn't believe it -- one of the most famous authors in Britain, soon to be an international superstar with the release of the films based on his books, all around nifty guy -- was just sitting in the regular carriage like a normal person, chatting with his neighbours and being the most unassuming man in the world. I tried surreptitiously to take a photo of him with my mobile ('I'm just writing a text message, honestly!'), but I was too afraid to actually go up and talk to him. Thankfully, the knots in my stomach untied themselves just as the train was nearing the station, and I courageously walked over and politely asked: 'Would you happen to be Phillip Pullman?' And, rather flummoxed, he replied, 'yes'. Which of course unleashed a torrent of SQUEEE, and I fangirled him so badly I think I sent the poor man into shock. *laughs* 'Oh Mr Pullman, I love your works, you're such an inspiration, I can't wait to see the plays tomorrow, it's such an honour to meet you...' I know, I'm hopeless. *grins sheepishly* I think he was rather pleased, actually. I'm sure it's rare for him to be recognized outside of a book signing, and he certainly didn't seem to mind that all the other passengers were staring at us. ;-)
He very graciously signed a card I bought at the National Theatre with one of his angel illustrations on the front, (omgIamsolucky!) and then I had to rush off the train, bouncing the entire way. Quite literally bouncing. Wheeeee. :D
Needless to say, the plays this afternoon had an extra special significance for me. *G* They were magnificent, a triumph of staging and puppeteering, masterfully crafted and immensely enjoyable to watch. Now more than ever, I desperately, desperately want my own daemon -- Pantalaimon was so incredibly real, the way he moved and wagged his tail and scurried about, climbing trees and running to Lyra in distress, you forgot the puppeteer dressed in black behind her and thought only of the devoted soul that would never leave her side. Plus he was SO cute. Hee. :)
I'm sure I could write pages about HDM, but it's rather late, and I need to sleep. If anyone wants to know more details, please don't hesitate to ask. :)
*skips off to bed singing the 'I Met Phillip Pullman On The Train Tra La La' song* *giggles*
Meeting the author Phillip Pullman the night before on the train ride home.
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaa!! *wallows in smugness* :D
After a long, wonderful day in London, meeting up with the delightful
storme, rummaging through shops and wandering down unexpected alleyways I caught the train from Paddington back to Colnbrook, where I'm staying with my friends Nick and Elly (aren't they cute? :). That train terminates in Oxford...which is where Phillip Pullman lives. And he was sitting three rows in front of me on the train. I couldn't believe it -- one of the most famous authors in Britain, soon to be an international superstar with the release of the films based on his books, all around nifty guy -- was just sitting in the regular carriage like a normal person, chatting with his neighbours and being the most unassuming man in the world. I tried surreptitiously to take a photo of him with my mobile ('I'm just writing a text message, honestly!'), but I was too afraid to actually go up and talk to him. Thankfully, the knots in my stomach untied themselves just as the train was nearing the station, and I courageously walked over and politely asked: 'Would you happen to be Phillip Pullman?' And, rather flummoxed, he replied, 'yes'. Which of course unleashed a torrent of SQUEEE, and I fangirled him so badly I think I sent the poor man into shock. *laughs* 'Oh Mr Pullman, I love your works, you're such an inspiration, I can't wait to see the plays tomorrow, it's such an honour to meet you...' I know, I'm hopeless. *grins sheepishly* I think he was rather pleased, actually. I'm sure it's rare for him to be recognized outside of a book signing, and he certainly didn't seem to mind that all the other passengers were staring at us. ;-) He very graciously signed a card I bought at the National Theatre with one of his angel illustrations on the front, (omgIamsolucky!) and then I had to rush off the train, bouncing the entire way. Quite literally bouncing. Wheeeee. :D
Needless to say, the plays this afternoon had an extra special significance for me. *G* They were magnificent, a triumph of staging and puppeteering, masterfully crafted and immensely enjoyable to watch. Now more than ever, I desperately, desperately want my own daemon -- Pantalaimon was so incredibly real, the way he moved and wagged his tail and scurried about, climbing trees and running to Lyra in distress, you forgot the puppeteer dressed in black behind her and thought only of the devoted soul that would never leave her side. Plus he was SO cute. Hee. :)
I'm sure I could write pages about HDM, but it's rather late, and I need to sleep. If anyone wants to know more details, please don't hesitate to ask. :)
*skips off to bed singing the 'I Met Phillip Pullman On The Train Tra La La' song* *giggles*
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Date: 2005-03-09 04:55 pm (UTC)*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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Date: 2005-03-09 05:09 pm (UTC)I shall count myself responsible for providing karma, or something.
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Date: 2005-03-09 05:24 pm (UTC)Please do!
Cause, y'know. You're the niftiest. *mwah!* :D
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Date: 2005-03-09 05:24 pm (UTC)*laughs*
I know.
:D
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Date: 2005-03-09 05:25 pm (UTC)I so want to see HDM onstage. Never going to happen, but the desire remains. Gnah.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-09 05:37 pm (UTC)I don't know! I'm as gobsmacked as you are, I swear. *G*
This is said to be the last production of HDM at the National, and it's so precisely tied to this particular stage it'll probably never be on anywhere else. Both PP and the director have said they can't imagine how on earth anyone could stage it anywhere else. Eeep. :(
Randomness: The fatman makes a pun & everyone wets themselves, I give you gold & I get SQUAT!
Date: 2005-03-09 06:49 pm (UTC)I envy you so! You always meet interesting and famous and wonderful people! Even if I did ever see anyone famous, I'd be FAAAAAAR to embarassed and shy to ever approach them!
Even if it was my most beloved Seth
Even if it was my second-most beloved Seth
Which is which? I don't even know anymore!
Cheers!
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Date: 2005-03-09 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-09 08:18 pm (UTC)!!!!!!
That is TOO COOL. Go you!
HDM details pleeze, I want to hear alllll about it! maybe you could IM me (lutra1) when you get back? :-D
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Date: 2005-03-09 08:56 pm (UTC)Meeep. *envies Nevvie* Dude, I am now convinced that you will meet someone else famous. Like Orlando Bloom. Or Billy Boyd again! That would be fun! *bounces more*
*envies you even more for HDM* If I knew how to do the special html stuff, my font would be green. Well, at least there's a movie for those of us stuck in the States who can't go see the play. *le sigh*
Glad to see you're having fun! YAY FOR ESPRESSO'S!! Not yay for 3 page paper assigned today, due tomorrow. *sad puppy face*
~Alli~
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Date: 2005-03-10 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 01:03 am (UTC)Part I
Part II
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:07 am (UTC)It's very easy. Just type <font color="green"> before the text you want to be green and </font> when you want it to stop being green. Most basic colors (red, blue etc.) work like that.
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Date: 2005-03-10 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 07:26 am (UTC)*grumbles* anyway in case your not aware there is apparently a LF Meet this weekend....though right now i couldn't tell you were
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Date: 2005-03-10 07:54 am (UTC)omg
am so envious
♥
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Date: 2005-03-10 10:05 am (UTC)You win at life! <33
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:26 pm (UTC)Bless your recognition skills - I wouldn't have a clue. However well spotted and you jammie ...!
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:51 pm (UTC)Oh brilliant, thanks! *squish!*
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:52 pm (UTC)Tee hee. *gigglegrin*
Sometimes even *I* can't believe the brilliance of me. ;-)
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:53 pm (UTC)Bwahahahahahaha. :-P
I'm leaving for the wedding in Edinburgh in the morning, so no meetup for me. Mope!
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:55 pm (UTC)You luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve me.
*cackles*
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:58 pm (UTC)*LOL*
You're the first one to swear at me, congratulations! :D
I think I'd rather stalk him around Oxford actually -- it's probably less stressful for him to be pounced on in his own territory after all. *grins*
>You win at life!
WOOHOOO! *does the happy Nevvie dance*
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:59 pm (UTC)*laughs*
Why thank you!
It's all an illusion, I promise. ;-)
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Date: 2005-03-10 03:00 pm (UTC)Ermmm....a star danced, and under that I was born? ;-D
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Date: 2005-03-10 03:01 pm (UTC)*chuckles*
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeench. :-P
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Date: 2005-03-10 03:03 pm (UTC)I know, it's just too thrilling! *still bouncing*
Saturday is the wedding, which really should be just as brilliant. Well, maybe a little more. Hee. ;-)
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Date: 2005-03-10 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: Randomness: The fatman makes a pun & everyone wets themselves, I give you gold & I get SQUAT!
Date: 2005-03-10 03:04 pm (UTC)I don't always meet them. They just sort of...happen. Near me. And stuff. *giggles*
It took a full twenty minutes for me to gather the courage to walk over to him; if I had only a moment or two I never would have made it. Thank goodness for long train rides! *G*
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Date: 2005-03-10 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-12 07:14 am (UTC)I've just returned from Edinburgh and like all good livejournallers, have returned to my computer to immediately add all the shiny new friends I've made. It was great fun at Ash's curry dinner, squeeflailing over all kinds of things (DUDE. YOU HAVE A LAST UNICORN PATCH!) and meeting you!
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Date: 2005-03-16 10:41 am (UTC)In other news, I seem to recall reading in a post of
Jess
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Date: 2005-03-16 03:42 pm (UTC)Tee hee! Am the luckiest wench in aaaaaaaaaaaall of Wenchland. *beams proudly*
I would love to hang out with you, but unfortunately my flight leaves at 11am tomorrow (thursday) and I only just got back to London about a half hour ago, so I couldn't even have made plans for today. Woe! :(
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Date: 2005-03-20 10:45 am (UTC):))
nie
Ello
Date: 2005-03-20 12:36 pm (UTC)~may your raod go ever on~
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Date: 2005-03-21 02:54 pm (UTC)POUNCEGLOMPS!
I'd luuurve to come over and squish you senseless darling. *mwah*
Re: Ello
Date: 2005-03-21 03:16 pm (UTC)Awww thank you for the lovely hello darling! *smoochiepoo* :D
London was brilliant, I promise I'll update about it very soon. Honestly. *grins*
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Date: 2005-03-21 03:16 pm (UTC)*waves like mad*
I add you! *glomp!* :D
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Date: 2005-03-28 06:48 pm (UTC)not sure where to write it... just wanted to say i miss you! i was reading griffin and sabine last night and thought of you... regressing to picture books these days, as a vacation from ugly text books. i'm also reading 'the true confessions of charlette doyle' again - did you ever read that (you were probably 13 at the time, and let's face it, still more mature than i am now)... anyway, hope you see this. big hug and just wanted to say hi! xoxo
Misses you
~may your raod go ever on~