Wow what a day. Who'd have thought it when I woke up this morning?
I suppose it all started a couple of days ago when I found out that the Old Vic version of Hamlet which starred Ben Whishaw back in 2004 was filmed and the recording is kept at the V&A for private viewing on request.
Anyone who's read anything I've written on the subject knows how much I regretted missing that performance and how if I had a time machine for a day, that's where I would go.
But it turns out the time machine was necessary, just a couple emails and at the end of the month I'm going to get my chance to see it. Am still in shock. It is a dream come true.
But if that wasn't enough, it seems that Mr Whishaw has returned from his Broadway stint and taken up his role of Stanley-stalker again.
Off I toddled to the theatre tonight to see Polar Bears, a performance I wasn't supposed to be seeing as I'd booked for two weeks earlier but swapped tickets with my boss who'd doubled booked himself.
I was resigned to the fact that I'd swapped good seats in the stalls for some up in the circle (it's the Donmar so it's not the end of the world).
And just as I was settling into my pigeon perch a few minutes before the play was due to start, who is shuffling into the row in front of me? Yep Mr Whishaw. I nearly spat my wine out.
There was no interval so he got no opportunity to stalk me then and he tried hanging around in the bar afterwards but I nipped into the loo to shake him off ;0)