For polunderpunk - the lemon is in play. (The proper fotos will be made tomorrow, hopefully.)
Have to reblog this again to mark the occasion of the recording of Cabin Pressure’s last ( *sniff*) episode.
So, erm, this happened…
John Finnemore wrote a card of thanks for the Lemons and Landmarks project and made this video to thank everyone involved.
You should all be very proud of yourselves- thank you for helping and you can still donate if you so desire to have a pdf of the book.
(And here’s a link to a video of the presentation- if you type in ‘Lemons and Landmarks’ on youtube you’ll find two more as well).
Here’s the first video from yesterday’s Lemons and Landmarks book presentation, filmed on my camera by the very lovely (and very shaky) Mxdp. Others (probably of higher quality and certainly from different angles) will be uploaded later by the kind people who filmed it. This is for everyone who took part in ways big or small, Mr Finnemore really appreciated your efforts.
When I’ve disappeared, David Tyler goes on to thank the crew and guest cast- he doesn’t say who they play, so there are no spoilers in that regard, but if you don’t want the names stop there.
This makes me incredibly happy!
And two more of John Finnemore looking happy with the book, David Tyler looking pleased at the love going around, and the cast getting their cards at today’s Cabin Pressure recording.
Whooop whooop! :D
And if everything worked out there are some of my pictures in there, too.
Since I kinda forgot to take pictures at Fed*Con, here’s the Travelling Lemon afterwards, at Düsseldorf Airport.
Thank you once again to everyone who’s taken part in the Lemons and Landmarks project in any capacity. As you can see from the map below, the scope at this four week point is quite spectacular- there are too many lemons to fit!- and that’s only the tip of the iceberg, with several people having submitted lemons from the same locations. 192 people (including Roger Allam, as Douglas, naturally- and Benedict Cumberbatch who, in true Martin fashion, was entirely oblivious) have now done brilliant things with lemons. Please do keep them coming! The new deadline is Monday 4th June- if you can’t make that date for any reason, just drop us an e-mail with the name of the city you’re planning on taking photos in and the estimated deadline and we’ll save you a space.
A big thank you to everyone who’s donated money to the project thus far. We have raised £200, precisely, which gives us a professionally produced ‘Memory Book’ with 121 sides. We’re aiming to raise enough money for something in the region of 200 sides (100 pages), as well as the costs of getting the thing to Mr Finnemore, so we need something in the region of another £80. Any funds we don’t use we will be donating to a charity of his choice. This is an expensive project (or, as Douglas would put it, ‘an ambitious programme’), certainly, but the recipient is well worth it. If anyone wishes to donate a small amount, you can find out how here.
The book itself is going to be laid out in alphabetical order of city (obviously) and we would very much appreciate artworks to make the opening ‘letter pages’ stand out so if you have any art (new or old), please do submit it to firstname.lastname@example.org – for those of you interested in designing covers for the book, the competition for that is still open and will be until the 30th May. Also, anyone who wants to send a message but can’t send a lemon, please feel free to e-mail them to the same address. Also, if anyone has any particular talent for snazzy lettering, Photoshop, marking places on better maps than the one above or anything of the like, please do get in contact. Though we’re getting the book itself made for us we will still be consulting with the professionals and want to be able to give them a clear idea of what’s best for the project.
Thank you once more to everyone. None of this could have happened without you and it makes me extremely proud to be a member of this fandot. If as many people as possible could reblog this post, it would be splendid because somewhere in the region of 800 people have now passed around the original and are probably very confused as to what’s going on ;-)
Awsome! That means me and a few friends can go wild at Fed*Con and make some lemony “Doctor Who” cosplay fotos. :D
…at this week’s Sherlock NYC event. You, sir or maddam, have won the interwubs in my book!
From the source: “He did, in fact, acknowledge the lemon. But it was after the photo was taken.”
This is Roger Allam… or rather ‘Douglas Richardson’… with a lemon. This came about as a result of my somewhat daft idea to create a ‘Lemons and Landmarks’ ‘thing’ (which has now been named a ‘project’ in various quarters which makes it sound altogether more professional).
I went to see Uncle Vanya for the second time on Saturday (an account of the first time can be found here and I will get around to writing a review of the brilliant play soon, I promise). The day started off amusingly when I found myself in the theatre café standing in line behind the man himself… for about 15 minutes. My desperate attempts to pretend that I didn’t find being squashed up beside him and hearing him order a beverage in any way stimulating resorted in me instigating a brief conversation with him about the ‘Britishness’ of our current scenario (queuing for tea). I managed to make him laugh a few times which was quite the reward for my few moments of bravery- his laugh, like his voice, is a marvel.
I was more than a tad embarrassed on his behalf (and on behalf of humanity in general, I think) when the man in front of us informed Mr Allam of how he was sure he recognised him from somewhere, prompting a response that he ‘might have seen him on tele’. In many ways, I think, ‘vague recognition’ is probably worse than fannish exclamations of ‘oh my god, it’s you’ because you’re neither letting the person get on with their day-to-day life in peace nor giving them the moment of pride that they’ve been recognised for a job well done. Still, he took it in good humour and I didn’t pass comment though I felt like shouting ‘you ought to recognise him! He’s practically a god!’ Ahem.
Then there was the play- which will be written about later but was entirely magnificent- and the hovering about outside the theatre, at which point my friend fled, leaving me to bumble along on my own. ‘Excuse me… could I borrow you for a second?’ was probably not the finest opening line known to man, and earned a startled look and an enquiry. Generally I am capable of being articulate, but I am naturally rather shy and without moral support I have a tendency to a) talk to my shoes, b) suffer from foot-in-mouth disease and c) apologise at least once per sentence. All of these factors were at play but he took pity on me and listened with patience and several guffaws (hopefully ‘with’ and not ‘at’ me but I’d take either).
There was some ‘personal stuffs’ as I tried to give him a measure of my appreciation (along with a book of Russian slang- probably best not to ask about that one…) and then there was the lemon, or ‘I know you’re not technically a landmark, but would you mind holding this?’ Of course, my bag picked this moment to become a TARDIS and, though camera could be located, lemon was nowhere to be seen. Leaning over my shoulder Allam commented that I would have to supply the lemon because he’s not in the habit of carrying around with them and I quipped ‘what, you don’t have a citrus pocket?’ before adding a frustrated assurance that I did have the lemon and an apology for being a tit.
And now for photo time. I was shaking really badly- my hands are unsteady at the best of times but I was practically vibrating. Thankfully there was another fan around who offered to take it for me and asked if I wanted to be in the picture: ‘no,’ I replied, ‘just the lemon. The lemon is paramount’ (subtle, Pudu, subtle). When the photo came to be taken, however, everything about him changed. He had been patient, relaxed and amused by my ineptitude but suddenly his expression, the set of his features, the way he held himself, everything shifted, eyes hardening, and he looked bored, derisive and slightly contemptuous at the frivolity of the situation. In short, he looked nothing like himself. I was shocked and a little scared to see the shift- terrified that I’d offended him- and then when I looked at the photo to check it and realised that I hadn’t taken a picture of him at all but rather of Douglas Richardson.
The shift back was equally dramatic as ‘Roger Allam’ returned with an anxious enquiry of whether the photo was ok. People have written a lot on Tumblr recently about how Benedict Cumberbatch is ‘one of the only actors’ who can change every aspect of their being to form a role but if this phenomenon is as rare as all that I really have to say that Allam should be recognised and sharing it. I had been started before by how he had changed in a blink from the utterly inconsolable Vanya at the end of the play to the smiling and bowing actor Roger Allam but though I’m always blown away by his performances, never had they struck me so starkly as this split second shift into the persona of another- and a character who generally exists as a voice without image- without a single word.
So, that’s Roger Allam, for you. And I feel I owe him another apology and an amendment- he is a landmark, and an exceedingly admirable example of both an utterly delightful human being and an entirely remarkable actor.
So this is Roger Allam…Holding a lemon. EXCUSE ME