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lonelybritI will just recount my day since I hope it will speak for itself.
First thing this morning, at 9am, it was down for my photowith Jonathan Woodwood. Who is gorgeous, was wearing a lovely fitting brown poloneck. And he rubbed my back. Yes I was very happy.
Less than an hour later, it was the photo with Christian Kane. He was wearing a shirt which had the top couple of buttons opened so that he could show off the tatto-ed chest. Which was very nice. And he felt very warm, and my God but is that man slim. Did I mention the revealing shirt? And the long, clean and gorgeous hair? Dude.
Then a talk with Dayne Johnson and Carrie Grace (costumer and also current beau of Woodward). They proceeded to give the best talk of the con so far. Well... until later that is. But more on that. They were fantastic. And for a demo, Dayne gave a member of the audience the 'A'/Griffen tattoo that Angel has on his back. Cool beyond words.
Then it was Woodward and Denman - aka Knox and Skip.
It kicked off with the Eye of The Tiger music. The two guys came out, ran amongst the audience, pranced about on stage. And then finished off the routine with press-ups. The slight twist being that Woodward was effectively doing his press-ups whilst on top of Denman.
They had drunken over half a bottle of whiskey that morning. So yes, they were three sheets to the wind. Pickled. Pissed. Whatever.
And it was brilliant. They auctioned off signed bannanas, apples and cashew nuts. They also served the holy communion of the church of the 11th finger. Which meant that members of the audience came down the frong, and got free slugs of whiskey.
They then auctioned off slow dances with various speakers. Kane went for over £500.
Fillion went for £140.
He also did a slow dance with Jonathan. They began to neck each other. They then tumbled to the floor and rolled around entangled with each other. The tablecloth was pulled down, the chair went flying, cutlery came showering down. Nathan finally pinned Woodward down, straddled him, and there was movement and basically riding.
In case you hadn't figured, mine and GP's brains were utterly *gone* by this point.
And the credit on this comp is about to run out. So I'll have to post properly later.
Did I mention Nathan riding Jonathan?
Dude.
*melts*
First thing this morning, at 9am, it was down for my photowith Jonathan Woodwood. Who is gorgeous, was wearing a lovely fitting brown poloneck. And he rubbed my back. Yes I was very happy.
Less than an hour later, it was the photo with Christian Kane. He was wearing a shirt which had the top couple of buttons opened so that he could show off the tatto-ed chest. Which was very nice. And he felt very warm, and my God but is that man slim. Did I mention the revealing shirt? And the long, clean and gorgeous hair? Dude.
Then a talk with Dayne Johnson and Carrie Grace (costumer and also current beau of Woodward). They proceeded to give the best talk of the con so far. Well... until later that is. But more on that. They were fantastic. And for a demo, Dayne gave a member of the audience the 'A'/Griffen tattoo that Angel has on his back. Cool beyond words.
Then it was Woodward and Denman - aka Knox and Skip.
It kicked off with the Eye of The Tiger music. The two guys came out, ran amongst the audience, pranced about on stage. And then finished off the routine with press-ups. The slight twist being that Woodward was effectively doing his press-ups whilst on top of Denman.
They had drunken over half a bottle of whiskey that morning. So yes, they were three sheets to the wind. Pickled. Pissed. Whatever.
And it was brilliant. They auctioned off signed bannanas, apples and cashew nuts. They also served the holy communion of the church of the 11th finger. Which meant that members of the audience came down the frong, and got free slugs of whiskey.
They then auctioned off slow dances with various speakers. Kane went for over £500.
Fillion went for £140.
He also did a slow dance with Jonathan. They began to neck each other. They then tumbled to the floor and rolled around entangled with each other. The tablecloth was pulled down, the chair went flying, cutlery came showering down. Nathan finally pinned Woodward down, straddled him, and there was movement and basically riding.
In case you hadn't figured, mine and GP's brains were utterly *gone* by this point.
And the credit on this comp is about to run out. So I'll have to post properly later.
Did I mention Nathan riding Jonathan?
Dude.
*melts*
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Date: 2004-10-31 09:41 am (UTC)Maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn . . . Europeans get to have all the fun. *pouts*