It's fair to say that I, like millions of others, am a tad OCD. Only a tad. Parenthood and ahem, erm marriage prevents me from going hardcore. I don't camp outside his house. Indeed, I have no idea where he lives. Assume London, in something housey or possibly apartmenty. I'm absolutely sure he has some kind of shelter and I'm sure it's very beautiful.
I haven't watched every film or TV programme he has ever made (yet). I've heard absolutely no radio shows with him (again, yet). (Hmph, call yourself a fan Hazel - you're barely browsing). I intend to watch / hear and otherwise experience more stuff but as I say, domesticity filters out full on fandom. Sometimes Im lucky if I sneak in one adult sized leisure activity in between housework, parenting, job searching, exercising and collapsing into a much-needed slumber.
I'm told there is a You Tube video of him reading The Little Red Hen. I have a toddler. I'm fairly sure I can slip that into her TV time and claim it to be valid educational material. Mummy's happy. Tiny toes is happy. Win win.
I have never seen BC in a play. I'd love to. It has been too many years since I last visited the theatre. I have a feeling that I'll see panto before I next see a play. But you never know.
I think I can add to my evolving to do list.
- Watch everything that has BC in.
- Listen to everything that has BC in.
- Watch a play. Just generally, watch a play. Because this is what cultured adult type people do. And plays are nice. Ideally, in a oh-so-perfect world, watch a play with BC in.
What beautiful things to add to my to list.