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Being 20 flying hours away sucks – Part II

Being 20 flying hours away sucks when you’re faced with this first thing in the morning (courtesy of AnneM on the forum):

Dearest gawd. Sex on legs. No question about it.

And he was only signing autographs for christsakes!

At a recent performance, one lucky Tobette was apparently sitting so close to the stage that she could have reached out and touched their (meaning Toby’s and Sam West’s), erm, rear.

I’d be happy to get within 1,000 miles of the theatre. Now I find out that he’s about to play a 16th Century philander. Bare-chested.

I think I need to lie down now.

Got the Can’t See Toby Blues

So lovely Toby’s been on stage in London for over a month now and getting smashing reviews in the process. He’s also looking mighty, mighty fine, as you can see. Well, there’s only so much titilation a Tobette can stand before she bloody well explodes!

On the forum, this erupted in the wailing of the blues, first from the deft pen on MrsDanvers, who penned the following lyrics:

I’m sittin’ on my front step
It’s near a hundred-five,
And I got the blues so badly,
I don’t wanna be alive
Got the can’t see Toby, miss my Toby blues

Oh my Toby he’s a struttin’
On the London stage
Ain’t no way I can see him
And my heart’s just full of rage.
Got the want my Toby,need my Toby blues

My old man, he’s a hound dog,
A no-good waste of space,
He’s ugly and he runs around
Don’t wanna see his face
Want sweet Toby, he’s the handsomest man in town

Those lucky gals in London
They don’t worship from afar.
They ride the train so easy
And they go to the Donmar
Oh they see Toby, while I sit here with the blues

My mean ol’ dog’s a sniffin’ round
Like a sailor with an itch,
An’ I’m sitting here a-wailin’
Feeling hornier than a bitch
I got the need my Toby, want my Toby blues

Gonna go down to the river
Gonna weep an’ wail an’ sigh
Cos I miss sweet Toby oh so bad
I’m fixin’ right to die
Toby Toby, got the miss you, want you blues!

And then from the twinkling ivories of wylib.

Well, it wasn’t long before I joined the fray with a heart-wrenching rendition of the blues!

Being 20 flying hours away sucks

Since it was Toby’s birthday this week (hmm, another Taurus), it’s fitting that I write up another Toby Post!

Last post I talked about the virtues of Toby’s performance in The Rising. Well, as I watched The Last Samurai for the first time last weekend, which was a very good film by the way (with a good story and very detailed production values), I kept on thinking, ‘How good would it have been if had been Toby instead of Tom Cruise?’

There are a lot of similarities between the two films. Both dealt with uprisings, the military and Westerners living in an Eastern world. Both had a good portion of foreign language, plus sword-play and battles. Both had very exquisite, detailed productions. So the differentiating factor for me was the acting.


Exhibit 1: Tom Cruise in The Last Samurai

Now compare this with…

Exhibit 2: Toby Stephens in The Rising

Now, how good would The Last Samurai have been if it was Toby in the lead? Unfortunately, the audiences would have been helluva lot smaller too, and we know that the studio bosses put bank balances first when it comes to large productions.

Still, I’ve watched almost all of Toby’s back-catalog now and I’m still astonished by the gems I find. Last week I saw him in an episode of Waking the Dead, the British equivalent of CSI/Cold Case. I was totally in love with his performance as the deceitful but sad and pitiful Dr. Nick Henderson. I liked him playing a (relatively) normal, modern guy too.

Lastly, there’s been lots of news about Toby’s newest theatre role. Apparently the theatre is so small that Toby is within touching distance. Argh! Now I really wish that I was living in London and not 20 flying hours away.