GoF premiere
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czeriSo I did go to the premiere and... it wasn't quite what I expected.
Things started off pretty cool, as I went to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lazy_daze's and baleheadbabe's apartment on Saturday, so that a whole bunch of us would get to Leicester Square together around 5 o'clock in the morning. I've met lots of new people, and we were hanging out, talking rubbish and laughing ourselves silly (lazy_daze has more on that subject). Then, after 3/2/1/0 (depending on a person) hours sleep we got up and went to Leicester Square. Practically everyone but me had a costume (which is something I do have to remedy asap), and so we had two Bellas (they'd have been really scary if they hadn't been so lovely), a kick-ass Millicent (I think I might start looking for Millicent fic now), Harry Potter all but identical to the original, a highly compelling Neville, an AU-Mary-Sue-Snape's-daughter-Slytherin Lily (try saying that three times fast), and an utterly adorable Tom Riddle. We spent the rest of the night and most of the morning camped out on two blankets on Leicester Square, trying to establish the best position to place ourselves for the premiere proper. And then we started queing, and queing, and queing some more, with all those smart enough to actually sleep the previous night joining us as the day progressed.
Things went downhill once we were actually let into the central square, for there were lots of people there, which made any movement, nevermind camping, all but impossible. As I was actually on the left flank of the group, instead of chatting with other slashers, I'd spent most of the day standing in rain and cold, listening to conversations in German and Italian which successfully drowned out any interesting fandom talk that might have been going on. Considering that my camera didn't work, Jason Isaacs wasn't coming, and I had nothing presentable with me that could be signed, I was really beginning to wonder what the hell I was doing there.
Luckily then the celebrities finally began to arrive, and it all became worth it again. Of course, sociopathically detached as I am from most characters, most of the actors didn't interest me in the slightest (though it was kinda cool to actually see Emma or Dan up close). I got embarrassingly excited at the sight of Crabbe, though, but unfortunately I couldn't get his authograph because he was too far. And then I went all fangirly at the sight of Tom Felton (poorbaleheadbabe, who was standing next to me, must have become so sick of my squealing).
Tom, BTW, is evil. At first, after getting away from the first row of journalists, he sent the fans a smile from afar and went straight to the theatre. If he wasn't the only one I was looking for in the crowd of people attending the screening, I probably wouldn't have noticed him at all. Evil! Luckily some 15 minutes later someone actually realised what he'd been up to and kicked him out to deal with the rest of the press as well as the fans. Whoever that was has my eternal gratitude (and I'd like to think that it was in fact one of the PAs milling around who heard my indignant: "What?! Nooooo! Where did he go?! Someone bring him back here!!!!!", though I'm more than likely wrong).
So Tom actually did approach the fans after all, signing dozens of autographs, chatting and posing for pictures, as if he hadn't been too scared to come anywhere near us up until that point ;-) I was so close to him I could have touched him (I'm not enough of a stalker to actually want to, though), but I didn't get his autograph, as he was mostly signing pictures and books, while all I had was a blank page. I suppose his method makes sense, or would, if it wasn't for the fact that the people in the first row with bunches of crisp photos are more often than not autograph hunters. Still, I have seen him sign three pictures before my very eyes, and somehow that made it allright for me not to have my own autograph, because I can very well imagine I do, knowing exactly what it looks like and how it's produced.
What surprised me most is that Tom isn't tall at all. Or not particularly tall, anyway. The reason that he looks like he's twice Dan's height is purely Dan being so very short. It's amazing, really, up close and personal Dan looks like such a kid it makes me feel dirty after all the fics about Harry I'd ever read ;-)
Highlights of the day:
Seeing Tom shake Devon Murray's hand. I had a weird fandomy moment when I went all jittery at the memory of the totally hot Draco/Seamus fic I've read a few days earlier.
Dan's clothes of dark green velvet, which totally looked like the "handsome dress robes" in which Harry saw Draco in HBP :-)
The fan Draco (or just a bloke with dyed blond hair) standing nearby our group. He was so gorgeousson_of_darkness (dressed up as Harry) developed a very canonical obsession with him, while pretty much everyone else was ogling him with appreciation.
Meeting all the cool cool people. Too bad I couldn't interact with them for most of the day.
Things started off pretty cool, as I went to
lazy_daze's and baleheadbabe's apartment on Saturday, so that a whole bunch of us would get to Leicester Square together around 5 o'clock in the morning. I've met lots of new people, and we were hanging out, talking rubbish and laughing ourselves silly (lazy_daze has more on that subject). Then, after 3/2/1/0 (depending on a person) hours sleep we got up and went to Leicester Square. Practically everyone but me had a costume (which is something I do have to remedy asap), and so we had two Bellas (they'd have been really scary if they hadn't been so lovely), a kick-ass Millicent (I think I might start looking for Millicent fic now), Harry Potter all but identical to the original, a highly compelling Neville, an AU-Mary-Sue-Snape's-daughter-Slytherin Lily (try saying that three times fast), and an utterly adorable Tom Riddle. We spent the rest of the night and most of the morning camped out on two blankets on Leicester Square, trying to establish the best position to place ourselves for the premiere proper. And then we started queing, and queing, and queing some more, with all those smart enough to actually sleep the previous night joining us as the day progressed.Things went downhill once we were actually let into the central square, for there were lots of people there, which made any movement, nevermind camping, all but impossible. As I was actually on the left flank of the group, instead of chatting with other slashers, I'd spent most of the day standing in rain and cold, listening to conversations in German and Italian which successfully drowned out any interesting fandom talk that might have been going on. Considering that my camera didn't work, Jason Isaacs wasn't coming, and I had nothing presentable with me that could be signed, I was really beginning to wonder what the hell I was doing there.
Luckily then the celebrities finally began to arrive, and it all became worth it again. Of course, sociopathically detached as I am from most characters, most of the actors didn't interest me in the slightest (though it was kinda cool to actually see Emma or Dan up close). I got embarrassingly excited at the sight of Crabbe, though, but unfortunately I couldn't get his authograph because he was too far. And then I went all fangirly at the sight of Tom Felton (poor
baleheadbabe, who was standing next to me, must have become so sick of my squealing).Tom, BTW, is evil. At first, after getting away from the first row of journalists, he sent the fans a smile from afar and went straight to the theatre. If he wasn't the only one I was looking for in the crowd of people attending the screening, I probably wouldn't have noticed him at all. Evil! Luckily some 15 minutes later someone actually realised what he'd been up to and kicked him out to deal with the rest of the press as well as the fans. Whoever that was has my eternal gratitude (and I'd like to think that it was in fact one of the PAs milling around who heard my indignant: "What?! Nooooo! Where did he go?! Someone bring him back here!!!!!", though I'm more than likely wrong).
So Tom actually did approach the fans after all, signing dozens of autographs, chatting and posing for pictures, as if he hadn't been too scared to come anywhere near us up until that point ;-) I was so close to him I could have touched him (I'm not enough of a stalker to actually want to, though), but I didn't get his autograph, as he was mostly signing pictures and books, while all I had was a blank page. I suppose his method makes sense, or would, if it wasn't for the fact that the people in the first row with bunches of crisp photos are more often than not autograph hunters. Still, I have seen him sign three pictures before my very eyes, and somehow that made it allright for me not to have my own autograph, because I can very well imagine I do, knowing exactly what it looks like and how it's produced.
What surprised me most is that Tom isn't tall at all. Or not particularly tall, anyway. The reason that he looks like he's twice Dan's height is purely Dan being so very short. It's amazing, really, up close and personal Dan looks like such a kid it makes me feel dirty after all the fics about Harry I'd ever read ;-)
Highlights of the day:
Seeing Tom shake Devon Murray's hand. I had a weird fandomy moment when I went all jittery at the memory of the totally hot Draco/Seamus fic I've read a few days earlier.
Dan's clothes of dark green velvet, which totally looked like the "handsome dress robes" in which Harry saw Draco in HBP :-)
The fan Draco (or just a bloke with dyed blond hair) standing nearby our group. He was so gorgeous
son_of_darkness (dressed up as Harry) developed a very canonical obsession with him, while pretty much everyone else was ogling him with appreciation.Meeting all the cool cool people. Too bad I couldn't interact with them for most of the day.
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Date: 2005-11-06 11:41 pm (UTC)Hope you now have a mug of something hot on your desk and a fluffy pillow waiting for you :)
*giggles a bit at the thought of tiny!Dan*
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Date: 2005-11-06 11:55 pm (UTC)And yep, my pillow's ready and waiting. I'm succumbing to its call even as I type.
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Date: 2005-11-07 12:37 am (UTC)I wish I could have been there.
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Date: 2005-11-07 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-07 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-07 02:20 pm (UTC)Seeing Tom shake Devon Murray's hand. I had a weird fandomy moment when I went all jittery at the memory of the totally hot Draco/Seamus fic I've read a few days earlier.
*snorts*!
What a day, eh?
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Date: 2005-11-07 02:21 pm (UTC)I am SO sorry about all the shoving and pushing and general asshattery that went on. D: But I'm really glad I got to meet you, and hopefully next time we'll actually get to talk properly and not just complain and screech and go crazy. :D!
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Date: 2005-11-07 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-07 07:31 pm (UTC)Seeing Tom shake Devon Murray's hand. I had a weird fandomy moment when I went all jittery at the memory of the totally hot Draco/Seamus fic I've read a few days earlier.
*snorts*!
:grin: I couldn't have been happier if they snogged. Wait, no, that's not true, I WOULD have been happier if they snogged, but I still swear that handshake was erotic, dammit it!
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Date: 2005-11-07 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-08 03:26 pm (UTC)I actually think that Tom just went all around the circle of reporters, as I think I heard him talking over the PA again after he was out of sight and then probably made his way back along the fan barrier from the other direction to us, but I wouldn't put it past Chav Tompton to try and sneak out!
Also, 'Draco' was deeply hot - especially whilst fellating 'Ron'!
Shame we couldn't speak much, but very nice to meet you!
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:22 pm (UTC)What can I say, if the real Tom Riddle was half as adorable, I'd sign to become a Death Eater on the spot ;-)
I actually think that Tom just went all around the circle of reporters, as I think I heard him talking over the PA again after he was out of sight and then probably made his way back along the fan barrier from the other direction to us, but I wouldn't put it past Chav Tompton to try and sneak out!
That would make a lot of sense, but then, he didn't reappear on the other side as if he was just following the circle - he came back to the spot from which he'd disappeared and after good two minutes of hesitation and disarming smiles, finally ventured closer. So I stand by my assessment of him being evil (or just really really shy).
Also, 'Draco' was deeply hot - especially whilst fellating 'Ron'!
He so was! I can't believe we're the only two people who've mentioned him!
Shame we couldn't speak much, but very nice to meet you!
Thanks! I do hope to run into you again under more convenient circumstances.
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Date: 2005-11-09 01:09 am (UTC)Yes, you're probably right - Chav Tompton to the last!
Other people (*whistles*) are probably molesting themselves thinking about it to think of posting it for shame's sake. Fortunately, being a complete h0, I have no such objections!
Indeed, so do I!