My Netty Effort

Here is the crappy poem what I wrote to accompany the gift I gave my compatriot James Grayston at the after-show party, in the ceremony we call the ‘Netties’. This inmate is further in years, Than his partner in crime, it appears. When calling for “Food!”, His “Pleas” are quite good His “Not me!” a… Continue reading My Netty Effort

Any Barbers Where You Come From, Boy?

I need a haircut. This is my belief. I let it grow recently, so that I would be able to scrape it back in a sinister and greasy way for my portrayal of the Marquis de Sade. Now it’s just too long (the fringe has reached the eyebrows), but Mairi doesn’t want me to just… Continue reading Any Barbers Where You Come From, Boy?

Act II Redux

After yesterdays horrors, last night was a bit of an improvement. A bit of thrashing through the lines with the wonderful Katy, and I was able to get through the first big speech of the Act. That’s a tough one, because as well as talking, I have to move around, and do other stuff as… Continue reading Act II Redux

Character Development

An extra rehearsal last night, and what a doozy it was. Act II, from the top. It went swimmingly(ish) until the fateful bit when I have to perform some intricate moves using both hands, which coincides with the long speech that I don’t know yet. Yes, I know, only a few days left. I just… Continue reading Character Development

Bipolar Rehearsal

Ah, the pleasure and the pain. Or, in the case of last nights rehearsal, the other way round. We’re at the point where we really should be zipping through full runthroughs. Instead, we limped our way through the first Act, with the slightly hysterical energy of the terminally afraid. I was one of the worst… Continue reading Bipolar Rehearsal

Doesn’t It Hurt?

OK, I’ve been in two minds about saying this before the show, because I didn’t want to spoil any surprises, but then I thought you’re either coming to see the show, or you’re not, and if you’re not, I’d like to you come, and this may encourage you to fork out and turn up. I… Continue reading Doesn’t It Hurt?

We Have A Script

Worth announcing, because as we’ve only got two-and-a-bit weeks to go, having a full script is kind of useful. I have to say though, it’s a doozy. Like I said before, I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but on the other hand, I really want to, if you know what I mean. Put it… Continue reading We Have A Script

Pain Threshold

When rehearsing a play, and trying to learn your lines, there is a pain barrier that must be broken through before you can really feel free on the stage. That is when you put the script down for the first time. You think you know your lines, (or you don’t, but you’re supposed to) so… Continue reading Pain Threshold

French Letters

To quote Carrie Fisher, talking to George Lucas about the script for Star Wars, “You can write this shit, but you can’t say it.” Some of the cast, myself included, have had a bit of trouble with some of the words and names used by Our Beloved Writer/Director in the play. OK, the play is… Continue reading French Letters

React As You Would

Rehearsal proceeds apace. It has to, we’ve only got a month and a half left. But things are proceeding smoothly, all told. The first chunk is written, blocked, and partially rehearsed. The chorus are yelling nicely, and twitching and gurning on time, just as the Director desires. This week should see some more pages of… Continue reading React As You Would