Okay, so .... I'm a guy. As a consequence, while I may have watched and *cough* maybe even read some or all of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight books, I would not necessarily class myself as a fan. However, I am a photographer at heart and I do love events, and so what if I usually get up at 5am to get to work? There's nothing stopping me from getting up at FOUR A.M. and zipping by Westfields Stratford to join the queues of people wanting wristbands for entry to the premiere that evening, get one, go back to work, and then head back out there by about 3pm and I'll be in place.
And that's totally cool, right? The fact that I'm still single has nothing to do specifically with these kinds of life choices, right?
Anyway, how could that possibly be a bad plan against up to 2000 people who are single enough, lonely enough, young enough or unemployed enough to step out of the wristband queue straight into the 'line up here for 9am fan area access' queue.... assuming my life is about photography. Here's how that decision worked out:
It's now been ninety minutes since this thing started, and I exaggerate only mildly when I say that after a cavalcade of irrelevant celebrities, *something happens* and screaming starts. All of a sudden, an entourage of six all-but goosestepping security guards usher, surround, serve and protect Kristen Stewart and rush past all the screaming fans to some unknown destination or appointment. Wtf? Was that IT?
So to summarise the state of play right now : this premiere, after (insert) hours of waiting, is looking like it will end in tears. (NO, NOT MINE!) (well... maybe just a few of mine...)
Okay, one more:
So... that was that. Saved at the last minute. Yay. I'm tired now. Goodnight.
Until next time!
And Hell, yeah, it goes into The Archive Of Movie Premieres... I didn't suffer through that for nothing... I think. (I'm sitting here in 2014 typing this and I'm not entirely so sure about it now...)