caz963 | Much Ado about not a lot.

Yesterday was humid and rather overcast, but in any case, I headed off to London to meet up with

canterlevi to join her on the first stage of her "operation Fangirl" (!) trip. We nattered a fair bit (surprising, I know!) and then traipsed around Tate Modern, where I duly took the piss out of several installations and pieces of so-called sculpture. I'm such a philistine, but really, what else do you call a piece of "art" that is essentially an irregular octagonal piece of white paper stuck onto a pale grey wall other than I'm sorry - you've missed a bit?!

I tend to prefer paintings.

After that it was food, more nattering and then heading off for the fangirling part of the expedition at Wyndham's. I'll post a more considered review of the play and the serious stuff later, but I can't let today go any further without making the following completely unobjective observations about David Tennant:

The man lights up the stage in a way very few actors can. (IMO)
He's having a blast and isn't afraid to show it.
He has impeccable comic timing - not that that's news to many of us, but if anyone needed to be convinced, this is the thing that'll do it.
For a skinny sod he has a great pair of legs on 'im!
Ditto about his arse. But then I've said that before. Lots of times.
He can wear those denim cut-offs all the time and he'll get no complaints from me whatsoever. Did I not mention the thighs?
I wouldn't object to the dress whites with the sword, either. (*Insert jokes about David Tennant's sword here!*)
Someone - probably a woman - should tip him the wink about how to sit down when wearing a mini-skirt. i.e, not with your legs wide open!! (Um, yeah... do I really mean that one?!)
He is a gorgeous, gorgeous man. Again, this is not news. But I think it's something that certainly bears repetition.

More later.