Okay so I don’t even know where to begin.. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet though. My friend and I were incredibly lucky to get out hands on Oliviers tickets this year, and with both of us being massive theatre nerds it was an incredible opportunity. Seated up in the nosebleed section we knew there was no chance in hell we’d bump into anyone famous, let alone Tom fucking Hiddleston. Oh how wrong we were. The red carpet was an amazing experience in itself (of which I will not go into here but it definitely involved awkwardly approaching Martin Freeman).
The ceremony was brilliant and yes I am gutted Tom didn’t win but just to be nominated and recognised to be a contender for such a prestigious award is amazing in itself. Everyone who won tonight was truly deserving and I’m so happy for each and every one of them, particularly Zrinka Cvitesic who won for her stunning performance in Once.
Anyway, my friend and I were fairly quick to leave the amphitheatre as we didn’t want to get caught in the rush. So quick in fact that we somehow found ourselves heading towards the VIP after-party. Realising our mistake we turned around and went back only to find we had been roped off in the VIP section of the foyer
oops. So we sort of awkwardly stuck around there for a minute or two with the likes of Hayley Atwell and Arthur Darvill wandering past. Before we knew it Luke (Tom’s publicist) exited to be followed seconds later by the man himself. Laughing and chatting to winner Rory Kinnear, he stopped for a brief chat with Luke before being left on his own. I knew this would be my one chance so made a quick bee-line to him to only congratulate him on his nomination and before I knew it my friend and I were stuck in a full-on conversation with him about the awards and his nomination. He then remembered us and our friends from the christmas card we sent the Coriolanus card back in December. There was also a point in the conversation where I may or may not have mentioned the scar on his forehead (couldn’t help myself, had to be done) and he had a good laugh re-telling us the story before saying “Oh no, don’t feel sorry, I felt far more sorry for the person who did it!” Of course he fucking did. I’d barely asked if I could take a photo before he’d grabbed the phone out of my hand like a darling and the result is above! As we parted ways he claimed he was off to “eat a burger”. Bless his cotton socks.
He was seriously so lovely and attentive and leant down to us (we can’t all be 6+ feet tall) to talk and touched our arms way too many times.
And that’s the story of how we accidentally got stuck in the Oliviers VIP and talked about burgers and bandages with Tom Hiddleston
That’s a lovely story :) It’s good to know Tom wasn’t completely broken by the Coriolanus debacle.