Rose Beam’s Diary

Rose Beam’s Diary

26th April 1985

What a night! The most important of all the events – Thom Truman and I kissed. And it was even better than I imagined. He has stubble, which I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. It made everything feel so much more grown-up. Before he kissed me, he stared at my mouth for what in reality was probably just a few seconds, but to me felt like an entire year. Wow. Before the kiss, I’d been to see him in his play at The Old Vic. He was wonderful. Far, far more powerful than the drip who played Romeo. Afterwards we, along with Victoria and Thom’s friend John (an excellent Mercutio), went to a pub. Of course I’ve been to loads of pubs at university, but this one was different. It was down a little side alley and they had burly men on the doors. Inside, everybody seemed to know Thom. Not only that, they all seemed to love him. I didn’t get the impression that the patrons were real Shakespeare fans, so it must have had something to do with his natural charisma, of which he has an absolute ton. By proxy, I was very popular too and the people were so lovely to me. Thom didn’t leave my side all night, always making sure I was comfortable and that my glass was never empty. Later on, a few of us went into another room for a card game. It was all very serious and tense and I was an odd mixture of nervous and excited. Thom won and that’s when he kissed me. He said I was his lucky charm! I think he might be mine too.

R x