Wednesday, 31 August 2011

and we're back!!!

Dear Sisters, Acolytes and followers

I am fully aware that some of you may have abandoned the sisterhood temporarily due to the recent vow of silence that the Sisters felt the need to impose upon themselves. This was a simple test of faith and those of you who remain steadfastly on the path to Pervitude have proved the most faithful and devoted followers of the Lord Teninch. 

The silence was necessary to cleanse the Sisters of the bad wordage being spawned by Her Majesty's Gutter Press with the unholy Daily Fail in the vanguard of the assault on our Lord. We felt it better to let such vile sentiments as promulgated by the wannabe daddie in law and the Child of the Devil herself to be left untouched by the sacred fingers of the Sisters. 

We have, however, been cleansed of any residual effects of the assertions of the red tops by the Lord Himself *praise be his name and ten-inch* We have indeed been in the most Holy presence of the Lord on three separate occasions this Summer and have exchanged gifts, words and shared cake with the Lord and with his minions. We also met some lovely Acolytes and followers and one or two nut jobs as well!!

The events have been uplifting and memorable and on each occasion have also required the changing of underwear and the administering of ventolin to ensure that this Sister in particular could *...and breathe...* something that doesn't come easy when in the presence of the Lord. 

So now that MAAN is coming to an end (and the Lord is suffering for his art, being unwell and not performing for the past two evenings) we can freely discuss all aspects of the production without that awful twittery cry of "SPOILER" (Riversong has a lot to feel guilty about!)

Lad in White Navel Uniform and Sunnies = gorgeous
Lad in cut off Lee jeans and superman T = fucking gorgeous
Lad in said cut offs and T covered in white paint = Oh Shit my ovaries just exploded
Lad in mini-skirt sat on stage 3 feet away from a Sister with legs open and ten-inch only covered in thin black lycra = Sister having asthma attack whilst being restrained from jumping the stage

There is little doubt that David was born to speak the words of the Bard. He is so fluid and confident with them and he plays with the other actors and the audience with such skill and dexterity that you are inexorably drawn into the story that is being portrayed and literally rolling in the aisles at 400 year old jokes! He gives a masterclass at every performance. 

And then after giving his all on stage, he has enough energy left to bounce across the stage for the curtain calls and come out (most nights) to meet and greet his fans (no matter how bat shit crazy they are) at the Stage Door. 

What's it like to meet him? The nerves jangle for the minutes (or in our case hours) waiting by the barrier for the play to end and the door to open. Then he strides out with such an air of confidence and command and the crowd go wild with excitement. As he approaches, your mouth goes dry and all the things you planned to say to him go out of your head. As he stands in front of you, you gape open mouthed at his sheer beauty and (if your lucky) the bit of chestage you can see peeping out of his shirt at eye level. You look up and into those dark brown eyes and try to say something. In my case i handed over a present in a shiny silver bag. He said thank you and left me for a moment to place the bag by the wall for Steve (lovely Steve) to pick up for him. I felt bereft of his presence, but he returned to finish signing my programme. Then he was gone, carrying on down the line, smiling for photos, thanking fans for compliments... It was all over too fast, I didn't get to tell him how much we loved him, how brilliant the play was, how fabulous he was. how sexy he is... but he knows all that anyway doesn't he??

.....And there is always the next time......

Tennant Sisters, Sweet Sweet Tennant


After Friday I shall blog about my Fright Night experience tonight. Alas I cannot do it yet as I am still shaking from overexposure to the Lord's thighs and also I do not wish to SPOILer any experiences Acolytes may have to come on their first viewing of the filth  film on opening night.