Lend Me A Tenor

Starting my post-Take That theatre marathon with a trip to the Gielgud might not have been the most sensible thing I’ve done recently, but it turned out not to be quite as terrible an idea as I first thought. Of course it brought back a lot of memories, from catching sight of Mr. Stage Door Man on my pre-show wander, to the squeaky bin lid in the stalls level Ladies that always reminds me of the beginning of the Aquarius recording, to that seat from which I gave Steelicious my number. Still, I adore this theatre specifically because of all the wonderful memories and I love coming back, no matter what the show. I’d also forgotten quite how much I love an all singing, all dancing, feel good musical. It’s been months since I last saw a musical and even longer since I saw a cheeful one. I left with the post-tour blues quieted, at least for the moment, and a real desire to sort out all the millions of other shows I want to see in the near future.

Lend Me A Tenor didn’t start off quite as wonderfully as one might have hoped. The opening number, in my opinion at least, was a bit of a non-starter, but fortunately that was not a hint of what was to come. Once the opening scene was over and done with, the show picked up rapidly. The cast were fabulous, the music catchy and the story, though a tad predictable, highly amusing and enjoyable. Unfortunately, it closes on Saturday (yet another victim of the Gielgud undeserved early closure curse), but if you get a chance, pop along and see it before then. It’s well worth a visit.

Cassidy Janson as Maggie Saunders was the first to show how good the show was about to become with an early solo number that greatly impressed. Sophie-Louise Dann as soprano Diane DiVane was also phenomenal and her mish-mash of opera arias in the second act was absolutely breathtaking. Matthew Kelly was surprisingly good, especially since I didn’t even know he could sing. Michael Matus played Italian tenor Tito Merelli, with a breathtaking voice and engaging performance. Joanna Riding was also superb as his wife Maria. Damian Humbley, however, as Max Garber, was without doubt the star. His voice was simply incredible and forcibly reminded me why I love musicals quite so much. His duet with Merelli and subsequent reprises of ‘Be Yourself’ were just fantastic and I consider myself honoured to have heard this cast performing it live.

The stage door afterwards was also a trip down memory lane and despite the lack of hippie hyperness, it was still a highly enjoyable one. The cast were all incredibly friendly and perfectly happy to sign autographs and pose for photos, even though they all seemed to have plenty of industry friends there to see them. I actually recognised one guy, but couldn’t for the life of me work out where from. I briefly ended up talking to him and he said he’d been in Phantom, Les Mis, A Little Night Music and various concerts. While it’s possible I saw him in Phantom, I doubt that’s where I recognise him from. My best guess is either one of the concerts I’ve been to or something else that he didn’t mention. At the time I thought it might have been the Kissing Dance, but now I’m wondering if perhaps it was the Perfect Pitch concert. Either way, he told me I should come to the Dress Circle Benefit on Sunday and I’m already kicking myself for not booking yet. I just hope there are some cheap tickets left as I really don’t want to miss it!

Anyhoo, while I’m writing and on the subject of other shows, I just realised I never mentioned Carlos Acosta’s Premieres Plus that I impulse bought a ticket for last week. Honestly, I wasn’t overly impressed, but I think it was my own mistake for being seduced by his name. He’s a wonderful dancer, of course, but I’m not really a fan of modern dance and I’d really rather watch him in a ballet. The show was short and not particularly cheap, though it’s the first time I’ve been to the Coliseum, at least since I’ve been old enough to be aware of it, and I very much enjoyed my visit. It’s a beautiful theatre and I’d love to go back and see something a little more to my taste. The show was split into several short sections and only one particularly caught my fancy, which seemed to be the shortest of the lot. I’ve forgotten what it was called, but it was some sort of interpretation of the passionate nature of relationships, which was very much up my street. The one type of modern dance (or any kind of dance, really) that I always enjoy is the romantic and/or passionate kind.

So anyways, walking through Theatre Land after the show, I could barely keep the smile off of my face – from walking past the Queens Theatre and seeing the crowd at the stage door that I will be one of in a few days time to catching a brief but satisfying glimpse of the delectable Oliver Thornton at the Palace stage door. I still want to see all the various plays and opera house shows on my list, but I’m definitely going to need to organise some more musicals for the near future. With no Take That, Adam Lambert’s new album still a way off (though he premiered a new track ‘Outlaw of Love’ on Friday which is gorgeously awesome – see below) and Harry Potter 7.2 finally out, I need to get back in touch with one of my other loves, the musical. Speaking of musicals, I’m dying to head back to Broadway again, though I know I can’t any time soon. Other than the fact that it’s still killing me that the tribe are back on Broadway and I’m not there to see it, it seems as though DanRad finishes his ‘How To Succeed in Business’ run in January and will be replaced, at least for a few weeks, by none other than Darren Criss. I’m absolutely delighted for him, but I have to admit I’m gutted that I won’t get the chance to see him. Fingers crossed he makes it over the Atlantic one day, or that I manage to make it back to New York while he’s in something.

And so I shall leave you with a beautiful reminder of exactly why I love Adam Lambert quite so much. He’s stunning, his music is gorgeous and his voice is just out of this world…

Peace, loVe loVe and happiness,

K xx

Return To The Gielgud

First off, I just have to say how much I LOVE the West End. Wandering around before the theatre, I spotted Lee Mead sat in Starbucks, though I didn’t have the guts to say anything to him (mostly because I didn’t want to disturb him – if he’d been in a spot more conductive to fan photography, I wouldn’t have hesitated). A few minutes later, I was walking along, minding my own business, when a bunch of tourists asked if they could take a photo of me (and being of a generally friendly nature, I agreed, of course)! It was at least more polite than the random man yesterday who blatently took a photo of me while I was eating my dinner without so much as a word!

Secondly, I cannot even begin to explain how weird it was to be back at the Gielgud. I really didn’t think it would affect me so much, but I got properly mushy over it. Sitting in the stalls, staring misty eyed at the front row where I once gave Steel my number… *sigh* . It really was weird though… Visiting the bathroom without a flower tucked behind my ear (though I was at least wearing my hippie jeans) and hearing the squeaky bin lid that always remind me of the beginning of ‘Aquarius’, seeing the regular curtain in place, instead of the hippie one that I grew so fond of. Not to mention the lack of colourful scaffolding that used to grace the edges of the stage. The very stage I once had the honour of dancing on beside my beloved London tribe… *ahem*.

Anyhoo, now that I’ve waffled on for several paragraphs, perhaps it’s time to get to the actual review. I got talking to someone during the interval of The Kissing Dance and he told me that he hadn’t been at all impressed by the Umbrellas of Cherbourg. For my part, I have to disagree.

The score wasn’t particularly breathtaking, but then it was mostly talking with music rather than big showstopper numbers. That said the big love duet was gorgeous and I’m still humming it now, plus I adored ‘Sans Toi’. The set was great and I loved the way they played with it. The choreography was probably my favourite aspect, though, and I don’t just mean the dancing (though that was superb). The way the performers moved around the stage, whether as characters or almost as part of the set, was an absolute joy to watch.

The highlight however, had to be Meow Meow as Maitresse. She just seemed to have this joie de vivre, this je ne sais qoi that let her take the audience wherever she wanted them. I also particularly enjoyed the three male dancers who had at least a background role in nearly every scene – Aki Omoshayabi, Matt Wilman and Chris Jenkins. The leading couple (Genevieve (which sounds even more romantic in French) and Guy (which really doesn’t)) were played splendidly by Carly Bawden and Andrew Durand. Joanna Riding was another tour de force as Genevieve’s mother. Dominic Marsh was also fabulous both as comic relief and as a serious character. He was also a sweetie at the stage door when yours truly forgot to turn the flash on before attempting to take a photo. Finally, a special mention for Cynthia Erivo, who had an absolutely gorgeous voice and seemed rather heavily under-used.

I can see why the show is closing early though, my ticket from Tkts was less than half price and got me a reasonably central seat in row H of the stalls and there was only a handful of people scattered in the rows behind me. I couldn’t see the state of the circles, but I would guess that they weren’t much better. It’s a shame, yet I can sort of see why British audiences haven’t embraced the show. Perhaps it’s just a little too… French . That or the Gielgud is cursed. Is still can’t understand why Hair didn’t do well. Not that I’m bitter or anything…

The stage door was enjoyable as always, though perhaps not as crazy as it was on previous visits to the Gielgud. That said, I still saw Aki and spoke to him briefly about Hair and what it’s like to be doing such a different show in the same theatre. Though I have to say, despite the plethora of differences, this show still had a realness to it that reminded me a tad of Hair. Perhaps just because there’s a smidgen of audience participation but I think it’s a little more than that. Anyways, talking to Aki was a nice little soother for someone who is still missing the hippies So Damn Much. I think I managed to get autographs from the whole cast this time as well, though, which was rather satisfying, plus pictures with all the men (which was even more satisfying )!

Anyways, seeing the show on the eve of the Royal Wedding was actually a bit of a last minute decision. I had intended to go and see another play, but I felt far more in the mood for a musical. Perhaps Betty Blue Eyes would have been a more appropriate choice, but Umbrellas closes in under a month and once again I find myself chasing closing productions rather than seeing the newer shows on my Must See list.

Speaking of the wedding, since everyone else seems to be. I felt like a bit of a muppet, trawling round the shops in search of commemorative mugs and tea towels for my dad’s American friends. I felt like I should explain to each shop keeper that they weren’t for me, honest! Then I went and ruined it all by purchasing three flags… One of which is most definitely for me (the others are for my sisters, though I doubt they’ll be appreciated).

Anyhoo, I’m not sure what’s up next, but hopefully Flare Path will be amongst the shows in my immediate future. Until then, however, peace, loVe and happiness,

K xx

The Steel Saga endeth

While I very much hope this is not the final instalment of The Steel Saga, I think it unlikely to be continued any time in the foreseeable future (unless I miraculously come up with a reason (and travel buddy) for a trip to the States). So, without further ado… The End: *sob*

So, after the show (on 30^th Aug) I went to the stage door as per usual and added a nice selection of me+[insert cast member here] photos to my collection. Liam Tamne (who I have a soft spot for, having seen him in Hairspray as well n being rather disappointed on missing him at the stage door) somehow slipped past me (despite my position right by the stage door – there were a few vans getting in the way outside as they recorded the show for the V&A museum archive. This is in fact a rather irritating piece of knowledge – there is video footage in existence of me giving my number to Steel and, most importantly, his reaction and I can’t see it! Anyway,) so I left my friend guarding my spot by the door to grab a quick picture. He was chatting to a couple of girls that I’d seen in the queue for tickets that morning, and therefore were sat near me in the theatre. One of them recognised me as the ‘girl who gave steel her number’ – I think I quite like that nickname . Like ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’ or ‘Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’, only better!

Anyhoo, went back to my spot by the door and had a chat with Lauren Elder and her mum. Her mum was very proud of me for actually going through with it! And Lauren told me that in the three years the show has been going, no one else has ever done it. So to be honest, I was pretty proud of me too! My friend joked that he was disappointed Steel hadn’t called me during the interval, so she pointed out that they don’t really have time to do anything, but said I shouldn’t give up hope and that maybe he’d call soon . One assumes she wasn’t being serious.

So, the man himself finally came out (I know he has a lot of hair to wash, but seriously, he takes forever!) and I was suddenly a terrified, blushing puddle, but there was no way I was going to miss out on my photo, so I dutifully waited my turn and asked him for a pic. He was as smiley, obliging and yet somehow non-committal as always. My friend, of course, asked if he still had my number and Steel said it was in his dressing room. I was kinda chuffed that he still had it and hadn’t just thrown it out, silly as that may be!

Anyways, that was about it for post-final show stage dooring, save a brief chat with Gavin and a couple of girls about his upcoming gigs in the UK. Unfortunately I hadn’t actually listened to ‘Quiet’ fully by that point, never mind ‘Goodtimenation’ (both of which I intend to discuss in some detail in the nearish future), so couldn’t really comment.

And so, to the final part of it all *sob*. As I’ve already mentioned, I couldn’t resist seeing them all (except Gavin, of course, who left on the Wednesday ) one last time, so I dragged my friend to one of the pubs by the Gielgud and had a quicky drink before hanging around outside the stage door (we were not the only ones btw) in wait of the tribe. I got chatting to a couple of fangirls and they’d already heard about The Steel Saga! Either from queuing for tickets on the Tuesday or FB or both, I can’t remember. I was kinda chuffed to be (sorta) famous though! Also chatted a bit to Mr Doorman (really shoulda asked his name) who was lovely n friendly and gave me an old school ‘Hair’ sticker . Hope another show I want to see ends up at the Gielgud, just for that reason – the niceness, not the stickeriness.

By the time the show kicked out, it was total chaos. The police were trying to get people out of the road, the cast were hanging out of windows throwing flowers (and at one point attempting to spray champagne) and there were more people than I have ever seen at a stage door (including for Hollywood stars and a Jonas brother – NB: I was not at that stage door. I was at the Gielgud stage door (shocking, I know) when he was in Les Mis at the Queen’s theatre down the road. I and the five or so others at the Gielgud were rather amused by the chaotic crush of people at the opposite end of the street.)

Anyway, a few cast members came out, some leaving, some (notably Andrew Kober, who always seemed to make an effort to come out early, even if he was going to go back in again after) signing a few autographs before heading back in to the champagne. It was rather obvious when the booze ran out though, as suddenly the bulk of the cast all appeared at the same time, causing even more chaos. I got my pictures, despite being stuck behind a barrier, while waiting with baited breath for Steel (who took his time, as always) and developed my mini-crushes a little further. Anthony is so lovely I think I might love him just a little. Sucks he’s gone home already.

So anyways, while waiting, someone put the idea into my head of asking Steel to sign ME and, funnily enough, I thought it was a grand idea. My friend tried in vain (as I thought at the time) to talk me out of asking him to sign my chest – quoting the impossibility of removing Sharpie from clothing (I was wearing dark colours, I didn’t care) and the embarrassment of walking into work the next day with it (I have high necked tops, it wasn’t an issue). But unfortunately, in the blurry, nervous excitement of actually seeing him, I totally forgot about it and didn’t remember until I got home, by which point it was a tad too late.

To be honest, I did think it might make me look a bit crazy fan/stalkerish, but I figured a)I’m unlikely to see him again, and if I do, he’s not going to remember me anyway. I’m not even convinced he remembered me between giving him my number to seeing him at the stage door a couple of hours later, b)I think I’ve probably already crossed that line anyways and c)even if I came across as a totally normal and fully adjusted member of polite society, I highly doubt it would make a blind bit of difference – so where’s the fun in that?!

So, when he did come out (the crowd had thinned a little but was by no means small) I grabbed my over-the-barrier, lean-in and hold-arm-out picture with him and then asked for a hug – something I’d been planning all day. Of course, I had promised myself I would recall every split second of it in graphic detail. What I actually remember is that it was quick. I then, of course, asked if he still had my number. He made some vague reference to his dressing room being a disaster zone so he wasn’t sure. I took that to mean ‘No, I don’t have it, nor do I want it, go away you crazy person, I’m not going to call you.’ – I know, I have issues.

I couldn’t quite bring myself to leave after that, not while he was still stood there (looking lovely with his usual black backpack nicely complimented by a baby pink mini-hold-all over his shoulder, with the yellow shirt Sheila gives him in the show tucked into the outside pocket!). I hovered for a while and even worked up the courage to talk to him again. Said something like is he on FB or twitter, cos if he comes back here at any point I’d love to see him (I did in fact mean in a show, not in a weird stalker or ‘aren’t we just the best of friends’ way). He said that he was on FB, actually (I knew this, but assumed it was a private profile for people he actually knows, so hadn’t bothered adding him) but didn’t really bother with the status update thing very often. Shame really, but probably better for my sanity. I also asked if he had anything lined up next, which is when he told me he and Paris were joining the US tour as Berger and Claude. My friend asked where they were touring, so he gave us a few of the cities, but I wasn’t really focussing on that bit. When my friend asked if they were going to do New York, Steel said not, since they’d already done it. (Which sucks as it’s the one place I could justify a holiday to!) He seemed rather keen to be gone by that point, but was (somewhat impatiently) waiting for Paris. I considered asking for another pic (and even another hug) but didn’t want to be greedy/push my luck/stalkery, so I left it. Paris joined him then (via a quick pic with me, hehe) and they left. Purely coincidentally (hoesntly!) we were walking in the same direction and we were behind them until they disappeared up the stairs to what I can only assume is a rather exclusive bar for their after-party and I went home .

So, here the tale endeth. (Unless I manage a trip to the US next year…). Though I am going to book tickets to see Liam Tamne in ‘Departure Lounge – The Musical’. Brand new theatre in London with a capacity of 120. Sounds like fun even if it didn’t have Liam in it.

And this one was going to be short! Oops!

K xx

The Steel Saga

So, I just ate a few of the minstrels I’ve been keeping in a pot on my desk and they’ve gotten me all emotional. This may sound insane (mostly because it is) but they’re the minstrels I very almost offered to Steel during last Monday’s performance (has it really only been a week?!) and every time I look at them it remind me of him/Hair etc. etc. I don’t even like minstrels much, but they didn’t have any m&m’s when I bought them so I made do.

So, I suppose this would be the time for The Steel Saga. But first, a little background… It all began about 3 weeks ago when I saw Hair for the penultimate time (though I thought it was going to be the last). I had pretty rubbish seats, miles up in the upper circle (to be fair in such a small theatre, they would’ve been rather good seats for any other show) and found myself watching enviously as my beloved Banana Berger draped himself (half naked, might I add) all over the front row. Now, I have had the pleasure of witnessing this show from both the front and second rows, and having Steel climb over me (with his crotch about six inches from my face) and ruffle my hair on each respective occasion, but being the greedy little thing I am, I was still painfully jealous that I was miles in the air while those lucky people in the front row were being fawned over by MY Steel (What? I have issues ).

Anyhoo, when Steel asked the girl in the end seat (AA9, in case you were wondering) for spare change, she offered him her sweets instead. He happily helped himself to a handful which he threw across the stage for various members of the cast to fight over. It amused me greatly (once I got over my jealousy) and after the show I got to thinking, what would really stand out, if one was lucky enough to have that seat. As I recall, it didn’t take me long (though I forget whether the idea stemmed from my wondering what I would give him if it were me, or one of my multitude of daydreams involving him, me and very little of anything else!). Of course, I never thought I’d have the opportunity to see the show again, never mind put my plan into action, but evidently the stars were shining on me that day.

So, have I built it up enough yet?! Its not even that exciting if you’re anyone other than me, but given it was the highlight of my year so far (even the TT reunion doesn’t quite beat it – yet), I feel I can milk it just a tad ! Anyways, I shall faff no longer. Here is The Steel Saga in all its glory:

Bank Holiday Monday – 30^th August 2010 9am: I arrived at the Gielgud theatre to find I was about 14^th in the line for day tickets – definitely not a promising start, since only 20 tickets were (apparently) available. But I’d already dragged myself out of bed and schlepped all the way to central London, so I got out my book and sat down to wait. An hour or so later, they opened the doors and announced that there really would be only 20 tickets. The people at the front made their way to the box office and every single person I watched bought a pair. I’d almost given up hope when I was called forward and offered the coveted day tickets (I suspect either they can’t count, or there were in fact a few more than 20 available). Unfortunately, the only pair they had was somewhere towards the back of the stalls. Better than the upper circle, of course, but not good enough for me. I wanted to see the sweat dripping down Steel’s rippled torso – too much information perhaps?! I digress… So, I asked if they had any individual seats. That was when she said it… Seat AA9… on the end of the front row. I’m not even sure I heard where the other seat was, I didn’t care I had what I wanted. (Of course I was profusely sorry for screwing my friend over – not only by getting him a worse seat than me, but by sticking him on his own. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t best pleased, and I felt like a total selfish b**** for most of the day, but in retrospect, I can never regret that spur of the moment decision that had me walking out of the theatre ecstatically clutching that desperately coveted ticket.)

I spent the rest of the day trying to decide if I had the guts to go through with The Plan. My friend and sister both thought it was a bad idea – thinking it looked too pre-meditated/stalkerish. I wasn’t sure. After thinking about it for 2 weeks and then fate practically dropping that ticket into my lap, I felt that I had to do it, but I needed encouragement. Just one person to tell me to go for it. My friend’s constant teasing that I was too wimpy to go through with it was reasonably effective in a reverse-psychology sort of way, but I was still contemplating toning it down a tad – offering the choice of a sweet (a werthers original in this case) or the item dictated by The Plan – My phone number! Now, though I may have daydreamed once or twice about living happily ever after with lots of beautiful long haired babies, I didn’t actually intend for him to call me. I just thought it would be funny, cause a stir and maybe even give him (or some of the rest of the cast, at least) a reason to remember me.

Whether the latter was a success or not, is anyone’s guess (unless you personally know one of the cast members and can ask them for me. However, since that’s unlikely, I suspect I’m destined never to know). Now, this post has gotten a fair bit longer than I intended, but for the sake of full disclosure, I couldn’t possibly leave anything out. As such, I shall continue on…

So, I had it all planned in my head (after agonising over it all day) – I would get the sweet out of my pocket and find it ‘accidentally’ caught up in my phone number (scribbled on the ticket stub from my booking receipt for maximum ‘last minute’ness). It was more gutsy than anyone expected of me, yet somehow slightly less courageous than handing my phone number to one of the most beautiful specimens of manhood I had ever had the pleasure of meeting face to face, in front of an audience of several hundred. However, fate was at it again… See, my friend, sat eight rows behind me, ended up sitting next to a lovely woman who just so happened to be the mother of one of the cast members (Lauren Elder – one of the tribe, and one of the friendlier cast members, I thought!). She was nice n chatty and after I sat down in my seat, my friend told her what I was thinking of doing. She thought it was a great idea, so much so, that just before curtain up, my friend came over and told me to go for it. It was all I needed.

The lights went down, the curtain fell (far more interesting than going up or sideways, no?) and the tribe burst onto stage in a flurry of colour. I was in a  bit of a state by this point and excessively thankful that the moment I was waiting for was so close to the start of the show. I made it through Aquarius and watched as Steel stripped off his jeans and began to make his way along the front row towards me. I had a brief moment of panic that he would pick someone else, perhaps in the row behind, but sure enough his leg went up onto the arm of the seat, he leaned in closer and asked if I had any spare change.

Now, I have a slightly hazy memory of what happened next, caused by a combination of excitement and nerves, coupled with the fact that Steel was now close enough to touch (and wearing very little). But between my recollections and what my friend has told me, I’ve mostly managed to piece together what happened:

So,

Steel Berger (I kinda like that nickname – shame he didn’t use it on stage!): “Do you have any spare change?” (or something to that effect)

Me: “Well actually…” (reaches into pocket)

Him: “Ooh, she’s prepared.”

Me: (pulling out my number, folded in half) “I don’t have any cash, but you can have my number…” (handing him the ticket stub)

Him: (not really hearing me) “What’s this?” (lifting it up higher for general viewing, whilst opening it up)

Me: (blushing profusely, not sure what to do/say/think)

Him: (laughter/surprise/other emotion I didn’t catch because everything was a bit of a blur, in his voice) “She’s given me her number!!!”

Audience/cast: (laughter, whoops, various other expressions of hilarity and shock)

(This would be the part I have no recollection of and my friend isn’t quite sure of either.)

Him: (either) “Now that’s what I’ve been waiting for all this time!” (or) “That’s what its all about!”

(I hope it was the first, but it doesn’t matter all that much really!)

Him: (something to the effect of) “I’ll keep that. And I’ll just put it here for safe keeping” (tucking my number down the front of his thong)

He then gave me 3 noisy kisses on the cheek (I recall stubbliness, but unfortunately not much else) before bounding back onto the stage with a parting throwaway comment along the lines of “But I’m not promising I’ll call!”

When he got back on stage, Gavin raised his hand for a high five and that was pretty much that. The show continued onwards (though I like to think his smile was a little brighter for the first part of ‘Donna’) and unfortunately I didn’t have the guts to keep my eyes trained on him for the rest of the show (as in previous performances) in case he (or someone else) caught me looking! Fortunately, he had a fair few big numbers throughout which I could ogle him to my little heart’s content without feeling like a crazed stalker type person.

There’s a little more to say regarding the stage door, but it will have to wait for another post. This one is already far far too long and I also have places to be (off to see ‘Shoes’), so until next time,

K xx

(Edit: The tale continues here: The Steel Saga Endeth)

Disclaimer: Whilst I am indeed totally crushing on Steel in a teenagery obsessive fangirl sort of way, I’m not actually insane (at least I don’t think so) and do have some common sense (on occasion). Much of my raving in this post is somewhat exaggerated for comedic effect. I am not (usually) given to stalking and though I am devastated that Steel will be back in the US by the end of the month (or sooner, I’m, not sure since I forgot/didn’t have the guts to ask him), I’m not about to go rushing desperately round the city in search of him! If he ever makes it back here in a show, I will be there front n centre (finances allowing), but really, that is as far as it goes. I wish him well in his career and that goes for all the rest of the tribe as well. Peace, Love, Happiness.