I see. I want. I plot. I plan.
I see this.
It's playing in London from 21 March to 6 June at the National Theatre in London.
I MEAN IT'S GOT BLOODY AIDEN TURNER IN IT. Seriously, with his treacle voice, cheeky smile and chest hair you could get lost in for a week, really, why wouldn't you want to see this. (I'd climb that fellow like a scratching post.)
And Lesley Manville is the bomb. But Aiden bloody Turner, on stage....
I want this.
I want to go to London to go to see a play in which Aiden Turner is on stage - and not from out in the nosebleed section. I'd like a proper ticket. I mean, I went and saw Michael Sheen on stage in Amadeus at the Sydney Opera House and had tickets out in the nether regions, but I would go and listen to that man read a EULA (End User License Agreement).
Anyway, I need to get creative and start plotting. How can I get myself to London for a few days, find accommodation, transportation, travel insurance, cat sitters and maybe even a job from which I can do from London, and maybe go visit a lot of cathedrals and a few friends and ...
Rather than say it's hopeless, I'm sending it out to the universe that I want, with all of my heart, to do this, and I want to manifest it. I don't know - maybe a significant lotto win.... an unseen large inheritance or bequest... come on universe, you know that I am willing to put in the work. I could spend a week or so in Paris on the way back, knock off a few more things on my to do list.
But for the moment, I would like to manifest a visit to London where I can see Aiden Turner play the Vicomte de Valmont.
Come on universe. I'm good for it!
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