A cyber friend of mine was a big fan of Andrew’s. She was on holiday in London for 3 weeks, and went to almost every night of his play. After she told Andrew that it was her last night in London and that she was flying back to China on the next day, Andrew said to her: ‘Can I give you a hug?’ My heart swelled with admiration.
Andrew was a darling. He had brought along his own sharpie to sign for his endearing fans. Sometimes it really was the details that revealed the true character, wasn’t it. He signed everyone’s notebooks patiently, took pictures with people happily, answered questions with wonderful smiles, made sure he was attentive to everyone’s demand. He was the most thoughtful and considerate star I’ve ever met.
He looked at my drawing and said, ‘wow you did this?’ I smiled back at him, watching him carefully putting a big autograph right underneath the ‘burning Moriarty’, mentally deciding to make sure I’d get a good seat for his next play, and definitely for more than one night.
HE’S TOO SWEET. I NEED INSULIN IMMEDIATELY. HELP.
She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me;. She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun. Ready to fire me a hot one. It went bang, bang, bang… Straight through my heart. Although I could have walked away, I stood my ground and let her spray.