Hello, everyone. :wave:
Usually guilty of being a lurker, :blush: but I've just gotten back from my long-planned trek to London to see The Boy and, after enjoying everyone else's tales, lo, these many weeks, I just wanted to share my own experience as well...
Thanks to the gracious RosieB, I had a cracking good sense of when to be at the DOY on any given day. As I was exploring the West End on Thursday (September 6th --my first day in town), I thought it would be as good a day as any for a little Orlando watching. I didn't have a program for him to sign (as I wouldn't see the play until the following evening), but I figured I might at least get a few snaps. This day (as you can see in others' reports) was the day that Sidi took the car in (got some nice shots of him) and daddy came down the block on foot a few moments later. Seemed to just appear out of nowhere, cell phone to ear, sweetly waving and telling everyone how he didn't have time to stop today, he had to go get ready for the play. But he assured us he would be signing that evening. Such a good lad...



Friday night was the show and I enjoyed it immensely. :clap: I had 5th row seats which was a bit too close to see what was going on upstairs in the Shaw household, but you certainly could see what was going on in their faces. I totally forgot I was watching Orlando Bloom within the first few seconds of the play and he became Steven Shaw, little boy trying desperately to be a man (my first take on Orlando's performance was just that --a young man trying to "act" like an adult-- then I realized that was the whole point. Genius). Anyway, I got swept away in the proceedings along with the rest of the audience (all very well behaved --the odd gasp at the beginning, but otherwise, no worries), and choked up mightily when Steven gives his father a kiss goodbye. You can tell both actors worked to create that "unspoken" bond on stage and it worked very, very well.
Saturday. I decided would be
THE DAY. :ex: Of course, as it turned out it was one of the busiest Saturdays yet from the other reports I saw online upon my return. As per :teambloom: instructions, I got there a little before 3pm (in the most uncomfortable boots known to man --I had to dress for that evening's performance as I thought I'd never make it back to my hotel in Kensignton before the show). As I waited, I pondered whether or not I wanted the front of my program signed, or inside by his picture --very important decision, that! I also made friends with the ladies waiting on either side of me and watched as the crowds grew and grew. First behind me, then across the pavement from me, then across the street from the theater. I was struck at the cheek of some folks who just waltzed right up to the front as if no one else was around, but everyone on my side of the street was very friendly and cordial, no matter how many times security shuffled us around.
Soon, the plastic barricades went up and I ended up pinned right behind my two companions (who agreed that, should I be able to work my arms up from where they were folded against my chest, I would most certainly be able to reach over them for my autograph --bless). Then, the man himself arrived and all heck broke loose (though you could tell he was coming down the alley long before he emerged from the piercing screaming that erupted from the crowd). Let me tell you, those security guards are BIG men, but it seemed like all they could do to keep those barricades facing the street from being overrun. It was like something out of a Beatles newsreel...
So, everyone's adrenaline is pounding. The air is electric, a steady keening of young women ringing in the air as Orlando hurriedly makes his rounds. I snap pictures furiously with my camera (only to have them come out more "impressionistic" than I might have liked. A cute ear close-up, but still. Thankfully there are a legion of Click! Orlando-ites! with much more faitfhul cameras!) As Orlando deftly loops my way I hold out my program and he kindly signs it. I say "Thank you, Mr. Bloom" and he stops, looks me right in the eye (
SWOON! You folks weren't kidding about the perils of eye contact) seems to ponder a tick, and then replies "Cheers, mate" --even giving me one of his patented thumbs-up! It was just a heart-skip of a moment, but it was still amazing he took the time what with all the mayhem swirling around him. Needless to say, those deep brown eyes are pretty much seared into my psyche for all time. :faint:
And, just as quickly as it began, it was over. Everyone scattered like the end of some sort of flash mob (which I guess, in a way, it was). As Orlando bounded back to his dressing room I told my two new friends that I felt like I needed a cigarette! :lol: I also felt extremely fortunate as Orlando's time was very brief that day. I promised myself I'd be happy if I was lucky enough to get an autograph, but our brief exchange --silly as it might sound-- put me over the moon! (May everyone get that chance some day).




A bit later that evening, I happened by the (now deserted) theatre and saw one of the security guards standing alone at the mouth of the alley. I walked up to him and told him that I had been there that afternoon and wanted to thank him for how well they had handled things. Not sure how often these guys get thanked --I'm guessing not often-- as he shook my hand and seemed pleased that someone noticed what a strain their job can be. I told him to pass along the thanks and then scooted off to eat dinner (Pret a Manger --very swish) before the opening curtain.
That night I saw the play for the second, and final time. Again, I was surrounded by well-dressed young women (New York audiences could take a cue, believe me), who all behaved quite admirably. This time I was in the second row, and I watched Orlando the entire time. At first, I felt a little self conscious, but then I figured no one was paying attention to me with Orlando on the stage.
This time it struck me how well Orlando was able to underplay his part and "disappear" so that the focus was on the other actors in the scene. One would think a megawatt star like Orlando would want to be center stage at all times (certainly center of attention), but our Orlando's a team player and that's one of the reasons this revival works so well. I still would like to see Orlando tackle the juicier part of Andrew some day, but for now, I can honestly say this show was a job well done! The play ends and, as Orlando takes his final bow, I remind myself that this is the last time I'll see him in person. (For now)
As far as other London exploits (yes, I did partake in a few non-Orlando related things!) :lol: I walked around a lot, trying to soak up as much of the atmosphere of this incredible city as I could. I made sure I had my requisite fish 'n chips (washed down with a pint of ale). Hit the Tower of London, The Globe Theatre, Buckingham Palace, Harrod's, the London Eye (stunning at night) and Madame Tussaud's (How come Orlando's scowling? I assume they stripped the Will Turner figure and just stuck him in a suit? They really should do a version with that blazing smile of his). I also picked up the new British GQ, some packs of Panini stickers (will I never finish my set?) and the new 2007 POTC annual. When in Britain... :tea:

:thankyou: Thanks again to Rosie for imparting her wisdom to an absolute stranger from the 'States!!! None of my Orlando exploits would have happened without your wonderful advice. If Orlando ever takes to Broadway I hope I can return the favor.
And thanks to mayfrayn for the link to the video of that day on YouTube! As you can see, my pictures didn't come out as I'd hoped (nor did Rosie's --bloody cameras!), but that video clearly shows my and Orlando's entire exchange --you see him pause, look up, give me a thumbs up and everything (it's all from the back, and from a distance, but you can see it). :yahoo:
Sorry for the length of my post! You're probably all wishing that I'd now just go back to lurking! :P
Best! :wave:
Oh, and please post credit if anyone wants my (attempts at) snaps.