Ok, i'm now about to pay for not getting these done sooner aren't I? At least it should stave off both boredom and work, neither of which i really want to be burdened with right at the moment. So, for the last 6 weeks in Drama, we have been working on Unit...5? of our course, our final practical performance examination which, being scripted, ended up being Twelth Night (or What You Will, hence the name). On the Thursday my esteemed guests were Helen, Helen, Steve, Lewis, almost Nick Staines and the Almighty Powerful and Complete and Utterly UBER STOMPPMAN OF POWER AND DOOOOOM!!!.(Good to see you there man, congrats on the legroom ;D) and the audience on the Friday contained such special guest celebrities as Dan, Dave, Rob, Jon and the ever lovely Sa. Oh and mum dad and my grandmother, which was lovely and nice. If any of you arent so familiar with what happens in Twelfth Night, basic plot is that 2 twins are seperated, and the girl goes to work for this duke who she falls in love while he sends her off to chat up the girl he likes, who in turn falls in love with the girl twin, until the boy twin comes along, gets mistaken for the girl twin by the dukes girl, and they all have an orgy, during which Shakespearian scholars from Mars come to the village and take the Duke hostage. The twins then fuse together to produce some giant uber powerful anime type thing and fight the aliens, while trained monkeys are dancing on trapezes above the stage. It all ends when a giant Rhino called reginald come on stage demanding to get a job as a tailor, and (shakespeare being shakespeare) makes many many dirty jokes about horns, at which point the duke gets with the monkeys, the twins have triplets and the dukes girl turns into a pot of Jam.
Well, ok it ends somewhat differently I guess. Just wanted to make it less confunsing. So, piccychars!
Ah, the me. My opening lines here, telling of my angsty and emolike unrequited love for Olivia. Loving the costume
Me chatting to Danielle, telling her to go set me up with Olivia. See the love beginning?
Malvolio (Rich) interrupting Alex's party. Grr, we say
Rich, as Malvolio reading the letter from Maria pretending to be Olivia saying that Olivia fancies Malvolio. However, i think something happend in the prop department, and the letter was actually a scroll with the invocation to allow people to fly (and or go into Bullet Time):
Me as Antonio (different character see? You can tell, less bling, more shirt and mad hair)
Ashley doing what he does worst: Acting. See the love not in my eyes? (nah, lave you ash :P)
BEST. PHOTO. EVER!!! Look at that hair man! Double-take!! FUCK YEAH!!! (note the !'s ascending in number there). LOOK AT IT!!! You should all be kissing my feet due to the awesomeness of that photo!
Malvolio, beaten and humiliated, tells us he'll be revenged on us all...
So we start singing and dancing. Sorry to all those who had to hear me sing...
Look at 'im then! Wanktabulous photo there, the erotic dream of male and female alike (female mostly)
Sarah, stop reading now.
Ah, good times. Last ever performance at LPBS :'(... I'm sad now..
But still, W00t! The Leaver's Ball!
So wasn't going to go, but bullies and peer pressure being what they are, I paid my £20 like most of the rest of us, and with the transportation power of Steve's mum (cheers muchly) we arrived at Bromley Court Hotel (should have done Tuxedo Quasar first guys :P). However, no mother would let their offspring go to something as pointless as this without the obligatory shot of the child, the clothes and the garden (preferably combined), and I got 2! Lucky me...
Seriously, how does this guy NOT spend all day in the slavery of viciously horny women? Actually, might have been something to do with the tie. Look at the thing, it's huge!
Could of course be the fact you won't see me smile in any of these. Eh.
I was also the only person kitted out for a funeral (rockon \m/), though even in white the rest of the lads looked exceptionally handsome
(Helen there, 1 of many non-guys)
Chris!!! Legend!
Ash!!! Gay!
Gary!!! Chav!
Back of Evelyn's head there. Was meant to be this:
Nick being inappropriate with my mother there. Tut...
Like mother like son. see where i get the hair from?
So yeh, there was fun to be had, and FAR too much alcohol (sorry Helen, i'm a shithead). I had 35 squids worth of money, eventually spending all but 2 of them on drinks (though, in my defense i did buy a wine for Evelyn, 2 smirnoff Ices for Rach, a pint for Rob and some water for dan). And there was food! And teachers who got pissed! FANTASTIC!
Butterworth looks like a forlorn puppy behind Sav there :D
The BEAST!! Ooh how evil he is... Helen looks kinda angry there... DOMESTIC!
Tables!!! TABLES!!! HOT PISS!!
Ok, the music wasnt great. Mostly chav crap (with Kaiser Chiefs and Europe being amazing exceptions) but still providing much dancy goodness.
And much immense love to the Pris, (drama teacher for the last 4 years). Luverly woman, if a total bitch sometimes.
And what party is complete without a cupboard on its side containing some very nautical types?
All in all a fantastic evening, though what anyone might have witnessed towards the end goes nowhere a'ight? (I'll never look at a 119 journey quite correctly again) And sorry for passing out dear...
Playing: StarCraft (Pwnage)
Reading: Catch-22
Listening to: 'I Predict a Riot' - Kaiser Chief
Annoyed with: Turned off phones
Mood: fuckyeh
Song currently stuck in head: 'I Predict a Riot' - Kaiser Chiefs
Favourite Song of the Minute: All of Ascendancy/ 'Helena' - My Chemical Romance
2 comments:
And so finally you saw the light and started using the flickr.
Over £30 on drinks? I'm impressed, I spent just the £3. Which was more than enough.
It sure was a great night. Well worth the £20.
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