Okay guys, so hold off. Living in the UK does not mean having tea with the queen at 4pm or just in general being posh. Life here is normal. Fun, yes. Full of special adventures if you take the time to look for them, yes. But still just normal, like life can be on any other part of this wonderful earth we live on. It is not a fairytale. That being said… the area where I live is used for filming both Dr. Who and Sherlock. So sometimes funny little things happen…
It is cool to think back to old episodes and think “hey, that is the optometry building!”. Or, “hey that museum is the one near my house!”. In fact, they often use my university’s buildings as film locations.
Last week I trotted up to an office in the student union to hand in a tax form. I was greeted by two huge security men standing in front of a hallway crowded with boxes, fancy looking cameras, and people with badges and headsets.
“Excuse me, is the JobShop still open?”
For an answer, the security man waved a ginormous hand towards a door on the opposite wall.
“Quiet for a take!” a small but muscular lady wearing a headset proclaimed. “Quiet for a take!”.
As I marched towards the JobShop, I noted one of my course mates sitting excitedly on the couch (hopping up and down just a little).
“Rosie!” I whispered.”What is going on?”
“They are filming Sherlock down there! I’ve been here two hours. We are hoping to see the actors when they get out on lunch break.”
I found myself a spot on the couch and pulled out some seminar reading. Although I’m not a superfan of the show, I have some friends who would really really appreciate an autograph. I figured it was the least I could do. An actress sat down next to me and we had a nice chat. She was telling me how she really wanted to be a comedian, but this job paid the bills. She said she had just been chatting with Benedict Cumberbatch (said he was a nice guy) and that they were due for lunch break soon, so if I stuck around I might catch a glimpse of him.
Eventually, Martin Freeman came out. I realized I had nothing. Not a pen, not a piece of paper, not even a scrap of cardboard on which to ask for an autograph. Go me. So I did the next best thing… took a horribly blurry photo.
Much later Cumberbatch (AKA Sherlock) walked quickly past the small adoring group of students that had gathered to await him. I was standing back looking up towards the ceiling waiting for some super tall guy to march past in sunglasses. By the time I realized that he had come, he was already gone.
Seriously guys, he is probably my height at most. Perhaps even half an inch shorter than me. I looked it up later, the internet claims he is five eleven. And that is the tragic story of how I missed taking a picture of Sherlock Holmes because I was expecting him to be tall.
Honestly, the best part was not seeing Freeman or Cumberbatch. The best part was chatting with the lesser known actress. She sat down next to me while I was studying and we had a nice conversation about females who want to make a living with creative projects. Her story was inspiring and she was so very kind. She seemed to care about me and my story too. She encouraged me to keep writing my book.
So you see guys, while my friends were sitting for hours waiting in reverence for an actor who ended up brushing them by without even a second glance, I got to have a meaningful conversation with a less famous actress who gave me good advice and inspired me to keep pursuing my dreams. Unfortunately, I don’t yet have a moral for this story or a punch line. Just another funny part of life in Wales.