Much Ado About Sam West
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Faithful readers may recall, somewhere back in the mists of time, I confessed my first love to the world. And upon reading that this man had, somehow, in fifteen years, managed to reach even greater heights than the prow of the Dawn Treader, and could be seen in Sheffield in one of my favourite Shakespeare plays, there was nothing else to do but to rush off to Sheffield with precipate haste (well, waiting until Reading Week, and until I'd checked with my lovely friend in Sheffield that it was all right to descend upon her sofa for the night) to see him in the flesh. It was also semi-course-related and therefore a completely justifiable use of my student loan, naturally. I may even use it in an essay, just to prove a point.
And all went to plan. The play was pretty good, he was even better, and I had a fantastic night out with someone I hadn't seen for a while. So why oh dear, you may ask?
Well, the problem is this: Sam West is still attractive, and he really shouldn't be. I was thinking that I would have my expectations dashed by the fact he isn't quite as youthful as he was when he was wearing his plastic gold helmet, feel a little disappointed, and then console myself by returning to my Narnia tapes and thinking of better days. However, this didn't happen. Fifteen years have passed; I am twenty not five; he must be approaching forty; and he's still a very fine figure of a man, in my eyes. (At least he was once he took off the fake moustache he was wearing for much of the first act, which was not a good look.) And I suppose it didn't help that I've been in love with Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing since reading the play at age thirteen – a double whammy of impressionableness. It was then I started thinking, and realised that most actors I fancy are at least mid-thirties. He that is less than a man is not for me, apparently.
It seems I must accept the inevitable. I appear to have something of An Older Man Thing. What is even more worrying is that older men appear to have a little bit of a me thing, from time to time. This has led me into some rather interesting situations, including accidentally almost aiding and abetting a midlfe crisis on a train. Oh dear indeed. How will this fadge?
Hmm. Maybe it will all resolve itself quite happily, so by the time I'm thirty, I'll still be eyeing up thirty year olds and the balance will be restored. Just as long as it doesn't horrifically backfire, and I then become one of these shameless seventy-year-old women with pancake make-up who run around pinching young men's bottoms. And before you argue that such people don't exist, I will cite my wonderful train experience again and simply say I could tell you a tale of a journey with a Mrs Robinson From Hell.
In the meantime, the only conclusion I can draw is I still wouldn't say no to Samuel West. Come and kiss me sweet-and-twenty, indeed.
(Oh yes, and the Sheffield Crucible is bizarrely reminiscent of the Warwick Arts Centre. Make of that what you will.)
4 comments by 1 or more people
No, no, no. Warwick Arts Centre is bizarrely reminiscent of the Sheffield Crucible.
04 Nov 2005, 17:00
Oops, forgot there was a resident Sheffieldian round here!
Nice place, by the way – I think we went to a few places on West Street(?) and then ended up somewhere called the Leadmill(?) for an indie night. Anyway, it was a good night out. I also got taken to Sheffield Uni's Arts Tower and went over the top in the paternoster lift, which according to my friend is a rite of passage for any visiting student. It's one of the weirdest constructions I have ever seen!
05 Nov 2005, 09:35
I know I am very late in answering this, but I have googled Sam West after seeing him in the Brilliant “A Number” last night at the Crucible Studio. Oh to have Sam West as our very own Artistic Director has made for one great year. I too wouldn’t say no, either, and there is no way he looks any where near his 40 years.
Anyway to the main point of my post, I too thought that when I reached 30 I would start looking at men my own age in a new light, unfortunately (or fortunately) tow years later, I still have that thing for the older man, in fact, Sam is probably the only one anywhere near my age!
11 Nov 2006, 15:04
I went to the page and stage of sam west play As you like and met sam west in person. I went up on the stage also with him directing us.
However I had met him before when I was in the show pirates of penzants, and I agree he has not changed and does not look 40 yrs. will be sad to see him leave sheffield theatres hope he will come back.
10 Feb 2007, 20:42
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