This blog has turned 100 fucking % Freeman, oh yes


Martin Freeman @ Trafalgar studio from BBC London News (x)

Martin  appeared around 20:00 


I have no idea what / when this was


There is my last shot of Martin as he did not do stage door today (9/22) although he did stop and wave to the fans and thanked them!

This has truly been a lovely experience. The play was amazing and meeting Martin on Friday was certainly the highlight! The play was great but I must say Saturday afternoon’s performance was my favourite :) Great job by everyone! So glad I made the trip over :)

so, I’m back from london and still can’t believe this only happened - what, 4 days ago? yet it feels like it’s been eons. I’d been looking forward to this trip and day so much and then it went by in a jiff… 

seeing this play and one of my favourite actors 3 feet away from me (sat in row c, fantastic view!) felt absolutely unreal. I’d like to say I paid attention to the play 100%, but it was more like 50% of “wow, this production is amazing” and 50% of “martinfreemanisrightthereohmygodIcan’tbreathe”. what can I say? it’s all been written about before. martin was terrifying, funny, energetic, a force on stage. he might not be the tallest man, but his presence filled the room like no other could have. it was such a pleasure (and dare I say an honour, too) to watch him do his thing live, to see that face act, to hear him yell and watch him fight. he gave it his everything, and he looked so proud and accomplished during the final applause. bravo, martin, well deserved.

well. and then stage door happened (sept 19). after all the other actors had left (on a side note: how awesome was buckingham?!), martin came out to sign. a dream came true that passed me in a blur. I had some trouble getting through to him, and when I did I only mumbled a “hello” and “thank you”. I saw some other fans getting hugs, and god, did I want one, too. but I was frozen to the spot when he came around to me. I must admit I really regret not speaking up when I got the chance, but I did get my programme and ticket signed, so I’m utterly grateful for that. you can actually see it happen in picture #2 (my mum took those, bless her!).

I wish I had the chance to see him again, but alas, I’m back home and can only wish the entire cast a successful last week and a well deserved break after. break a leg!


On this blessed day of St Martin kenbran and I partook in several activities to pay due homage to the Messiah:

-Had tiramisu for breakfast at Bar Italia
-Visited Speedys and ate baked/jacket potatoes
-Visited the Sherlock Holmes Museum
-Passed by HMV Oxford St to purchase Fargo on…



 the cute john watson series + Listening to Mrs. Hudson

inspired by the john hotson series


Some of the odd, random (or not so random) shit kenbran and I came across while marketing up a storm in the East End.

1. The same cookie cop jar featured in BBC’s The Office

2. A giant fucking hedgehog

3. A bar called, funnily enough, Dirty Dicks

Then there was the Motown and Beatles music being played everywhere we went and fashions that could be perhaps related to a certain individual that shall remain nameless. Like oatmeal sweaters, bomber jackets, and military jackets, and those fucking round framed glasses I can’t stand. There was even a stall where we might have mistaken it for that person’s actual closet. Loafers ordered according to shade gradation, blue and gray suits, peak caps, etc, etc.

Both of us are convinced this is some kind of omen. For what exactly, we’ll just have to see. Or maybe, just maybe…we’re totally nuts 😉

Edit: Oh, and I forgot to mention where we ate for breakfast… Bar Italia 😀

I love our pilgrimage! And the omens :-P


Martin being perfect… (x)



Been at Richard III’s stage door on Friday. (19/09/14)

I was the last one in the queue and finally got my courage when I saw four or five people got a hug from Martin before me.

I asked him “May I have a hug?” He paused for half a second and smiled before leaned over the barrier and we…