
Tonight, we went to see a contemporary opera, composed by a friend of ours. The theatre was packed and who should be in the audience but Ian Holm. I didn't even see them, t'h spotted him, and said, "I saw Ash!" "Ash?" the boys said blankly. "Bilbo!" I ejected. "We want autographs!" the boys chanted, but of course, by the end of the performance, the man was nowhere to be seen.
Now, is this absurd or what? I'm not doing that fandom any longer! But no sooner do I turn my back on it, on they come: first Kiran Shah, now Ian Holm, I seem to be in the constant vicinity of lotripmen. Now, with Ian Holm, though, I really could have run up to ask for an autograph because
a) I never slashed him (or did I? god, there was that one ficlet which featured a cast of dozens....)
b) I had t'children with me, and nothing is as charmed an alibi as children, *g*
c) I had pen and paper at the ready
d) I never slashed him. Not seriously. Not like Kiran.
e) Others besides me and a handful of insane lotrippers know Ian Holm. This is not the case with Kiran Shah.
Now I wonder: who will be next? Derek Benfield, I shouldn't wonder.
Oh, and Jane Fonda is coming to town! Klute!