Friday night - the boys settled down in the hotel
(Premier Inn County Hall)
Megs and I walked over to the Young Vic to watch the revival of Yerma
Last year Billy Piper won an Olivier Award for this-
So when we discovered that it was back whilst we were in town -
And that preview tickets were only £20 -
We were in!
If the prospect of seeing her original acting idol wasn't enough for Megs -
as we were walking in she looked up at a tall chap in a baseball hat and discovered it was the one and only Tom Hiddleston!
She smiled. He smiled. He said "Hello" She said "Hello"
It was a special moment!
Of course - I have previous with Mr Hiddleston and theatre -
and so I know what being in the presence of a Norse god will do to a girl.
We were both giddy - and when he came to sit right in front of us -
hat still on, slumped in his seat - unrecognized by the people next to him -
we were in seventh heaven.
But back to the play.
Very very funny - right up to the point that it wasn't funny - but heartbreaking -
and ultimately devastating.
The transverse staging was amazing -
the sets and changes in utter black out stunning -
the music and lighting both electrifying.
And Billie Piper?
Funny and beautiful and sexy (that smile!)
And the most real performance I have ever seen.
She broke us into pieces - just as she did to Megs long ago when playing Rose.
After the curtain calls (and I've never been so quick onto my feet)
we sat - too stunned to leave the theatre.
We watched Mr Hiddleston leave
(the ushers were in the know - and were equally starstruck)
and then high on the performance -
we laughed and giggled and made our way back to the hotel along the South Bank -
in love with the city and the theatre and life.