OK, so I apparently missed the Mamma Mia! world premiere in London by less than a week.
If I'd just stayed one week longer, I could've been there for THIS:



As it is, I happened upon the crappy Hancock premiere a couple weeks before, while on my way to see Brief Encounter. My comrades were hypnotized by Will Smith, Charlize Theron, and the avalanche of media and bullshit mutual admiration. But I was having none of it. I had a show to see.
But why couldn't I have been there for THIS one??? This combined with the Emily Blunt near-miss just makes me feel... makes me feel... GAAAAAAAH
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*hugs*
Oh man, did you see my blog? I finish work at 3pm in the same building where the Melbourne premier is being held at 6.15. It is my aim to get a good spot early and to get within range of shouting distance to Meryl (and maybe Colin Firth? meh)
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