I'm going to write about my experience of the twilight première this evening at Leicester Square. Yes I know that has nothing to do with romance and I'm aware I'm one step away from twilight/Robert fangirl free-for-all but this is MY blog and I can only write about what I can think about and there hasn't been a whole bunch of romance in my head of late.
OK so first off I think I have to give the production team their dues they did an awesome job. I believe they were called weheartproductions. I'm not over exaggerating, I literally watched these guys put together a tree! They spread glitter all over a black carpet and put up a huge screen! It was incredible.
Other than that, I think I just discovered my own personal hell. Now I don't believe in God which means that if he does exist I'm going straight to hell, and hell will look exactly like this.... Innumerable hours in the freezing cold, surrounded by girls who had to skip school to be there and were probably mentally planning out their fake sicknotes (Dear Mr Smith, Catherine was not at school yesterday because she was very ill, suspected pattinsonitis, from Catherine's Mum), aforementioned teens squealing at video images of Robert and a camera from myspace tv, only to then squash me to get autographs from some kids from Britannia High who are parading as celebs these days.
Kirsten never cracked a smile once, maybe she was in her own personal hell too, I would feel sorry for her except she's been well compensated for it. Catherine Hardwicke was lovely and apparently utterly unfazed by people screaming “I LOVED THIRTEEN!!” in her face, nice woman. Robert, who chose to not to sign autographs for the section where I was stood (maybe the girls around me weren't screaming loud enough? Nah not likely much more likely to have been utterly offended by the truly horrendous green mac the guy in front of me was wearing.) Anyway the boy looked well scrubbed up, I think he actually shaved, I was kind of sad because I love hobo Rob and I feel he's being forced to present himself in a more high school musical manner. I also felt sorry for him because I think he got the impression he'd get an easier time of it in London than he did in LA but it was truly brutal, “we want Rob” will be ringing in my ears for days! On the plus side I love he hasn't lost his tongue in cheek approach, in reply to a girl literally shouting in his face "I love you Rob" he just went with, Thanks.
I must be getting old because I walked away making a silent vow, “I adore you Robert but I am NEVER doing that again!”
My Highlight: Seeing the mixture of incredulousness and pride on the faces of Roberts parents and sisters as they watched him politely deals with the hysterical masses.
My Lowlight: Seeing a girl with a poster that said “Rob, you are my life now” and the almost as bad “Rob, when you can live forever what is there to live for? How about me!”