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South Shields Lecture
Nov. 9th, 2008 04:22 pmSo, on Friday ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alyse and I went to the South Shields lecture.
Oh. My. God. It was amazing. I mean, I willingly admit that I could sit and listen to Patrick Stewart recite the phone book and I'd be happy, but he was funny and reflective and frank and fabulous. Apparently the tickets for this year were three times more in demand than the ones for last year, when Tony Blair was guest speaker.
He spoke about his childhood, about how he got into acting, about how coming from a poor family has reflected on a lot of the decisions he made in later life. He peppered the time with anecdotes both humorous and contemplative. PS spoke for a little over an hour and I could have easily listened to him for three times as long.
And then he took some questions. I was debating on whether or not to ask one and then I thought that if I don't ask I'd regret it, so in the last round of questions I stuck my hand up and grinned at David Miliband (who is rather adorable, btw) when he pointed to me. (Please note, for anyone who was there, I wasn't the lass who asked him if his physique in First Contact was real or if he'd been computer enhanced / had a stand-in.) I asked him which role he'd played had affected him the most, to which his reply was MacBeth, as he believes that there are only so many times you can go on stage and speak the words of blood and murder and betrayal before they get to you. (Although part of me wanted to ask him to confirm the rumour that he's going to appear in Doctor Who, but I think if I had and he'd said 'yes' my head may have exploded with squee.)
I'd taken my camera on the off-chance (I'd rather have had it with me and not use it, then be told "Yes, you can take photos" and be all "Bugger!") and people were taking photos. They were all done with the flash off, and my camera's not a crash-hot one, so they're pretty much all blurry, but I'm going to inflict them on you anyway. There is one where I'd forgot to take the flash off, so that's okay, but still not amazing :)
( Let me show you my photos. My photos, let me show you them... )
So, yeah, Friday night? Bloody amazing.
alyse and I went to the South Shields lecture.Oh. My. God. It was amazing. I mean, I willingly admit that I could sit and listen to Patrick Stewart recite the phone book and I'd be happy, but he was funny and reflective and frank and fabulous. Apparently the tickets for this year were three times more in demand than the ones for last year, when Tony Blair was guest speaker.
He spoke about his childhood, about how he got into acting, about how coming from a poor family has reflected on a lot of the decisions he made in later life. He peppered the time with anecdotes both humorous and contemplative. PS spoke for a little over an hour and I could have easily listened to him for three times as long.
And then he took some questions. I was debating on whether or not to ask one and then I thought that if I don't ask I'd regret it, so in the last round of questions I stuck my hand up and grinned at David Miliband (who is rather adorable, btw) when he pointed to me. (Please note, for anyone who was there, I wasn't the lass who asked him if his physique in First Contact was real or if he'd been computer enhanced / had a stand-in.) I asked him which role he'd played had affected him the most, to which his reply was MacBeth, as he believes that there are only so many times you can go on stage and speak the words of blood and murder and betrayal before they get to you. (Although part of me wanted to ask him to confirm the rumour that he's going to appear in Doctor Who, but I think if I had and he'd said 'yes' my head may have exploded with squee.)
I'd taken my camera on the off-chance (I'd rather have had it with me and not use it, then be told "Yes, you can take photos" and be all "Bugger!") and people were taking photos. They were all done with the flash off, and my camera's not a crash-hot one, so they're pretty much all blurry, but I'm going to inflict them on you anyway. There is one where I'd forgot to take the flash off, so that's okay, but still not amazing :)
( Let me show you my photos. My photos, let me show you them... )
So, yeah, Friday night? Bloody amazing.
