I remember speaking jibberish and pretending it was English, and I think I was nine at the time. When I finally learned English I wasn't very good at it. My mark ended up horrible. Though, I felt that mark was completely wrong somehow. I always felt that English and I belonged, like Monty Python and Spam, like Aragorn and Arwen, like Blackadder and Baldrick, like tea and biscuits...
So when I, as a thirteen year old, visited London the very first time, I had the first revelation of my young life.
I love English!
I love the UK.
And I love the humour of the British.
Imagine getting a strong revelation like that, remember I was thirteen.
I saw Starlight Express, and the guy playing Greasball swept me off my feet. I think that was the first time I fell in love. His name was Drue Williams, and I haven't found him anywhere ever since... wonder what became of him? He was gorgeous I know that much...anyway, I had a major crush on him. This isn't him, by the way... but this is Greaseball... As a writer I understand why I liked Greaseball better than Rusty... Greaseball is a more complex character. He's nasty, but he has a good side, and the good side wins in the end. Rusty's only noble, and that's a bit boring.
All this time I felt life was fantastic whenever I visited London, and a shade of grey entered my outlook on life as I left for gloomy home...This is a feeling that remains to this day! Leaving London is hard, but it leaves me a new chance to come back...
And now my mark shot through the roof...where it stayed ever since.
The third time I was in London I once again re-visited the Apollo Victoria Theatre and the cast of Starlight Express... Yeah, I know, I'm like kids, I like the same story over and over. Only this time my friend and I went to the Barbican Theatre to watch a staging of A Winter's Tale. And this was the second turning point in my life. I obviously knew Shakespeare before this, but now I had seen it with my nineteen year old eyes, and felt like I was chosen for something incredible. Plus, Bergerack played the king...
I think it is time for one of Much Ado About Nothing's fabulous lists.
Why do I love the UK... And believe me, it's all flattery.
10.
All the fabulous comedy shows I watched growing up. Monty Python's Flying Circus (shown here from their timeless epic The Holy Grail...Run Away!!!),
9.
In my grown up years I have fallen in love with QI,
8.
You have some the world's best orchestras in London, or in the UK as such. And my favorite is without a doubt The Filharmonia. They play from Royal Festival Hall and is truly a sublime collection of musical talent and soul. I was lucky enough to attend one of their concerts a while back, and it remains to this day the single most significant classical concert I've attended. They played, among other things, Bruckner's 4th Symphony, and it was totally mind blowing and utterly inspiring.
7.
The language... both the written and the spoken. I love British English. You all sound so great. You have the best language in the world, are you aware of this? I love the fact that I am trying to master this, and that I'm learning new things every day. I might have let it slip that I'm a bachelor student of English literature at the moment...my opinion might be somewhat clouded by that... Though I was an English nutter before starting my program...
6.
Your literature. I will deal with Shakespeare, Tolkien and Lewis later in this list, but British literature in general has given me so much. J.K. Rowling changed my life as she changed millions of lives.
5.
All the beautiful buildings, churches, theaters, museums, bridges, castles, universities... My favorite from all of these are two significant buildings...
Shakespeare's Globe
4.
Tolkien,
I felt right at home in Shire-land.
And top three at the moment, and this will probably remain as such for some time...
3.
Doctor Who.
By the way, I do like Matt Smith, but The Doctor to me will always be David Tennant.
2.
Shakespeare.
1.
Marillion
They represent the Britishness in my heart...five normal chaps creating magic!
Until we meet again! :-)
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