Dear readers, it has been a couple of weeks since my last confession, so I thought I should fill you all in on my latest pursuit of theatrical greatness.
With the news that I’ve not only lost my home, but also a rather big contract, I’ve had to put my faith back into family and friends, who have rallied to assist not only with my move, but also in keeping up my confidence.
Being freelance means you spend most of your life looking over your shoulder. It’s either feast or famine, with too much work to keep up with or not enough to pay the bills, there is rarely anything in between and the last couple of weeks have made me feel a bit like I have been in an alternate universe looking down on myself and having to laugh at the disastrous set of circumstances which I have faced.
Luckily I have still been able to escape into the theatrical world and have appreciated more than ever before how lucky I am to be able to spend so much time on something I am so passionate about.
I’ve had my first read through of Spamalot, but as the Lady of the Lake I don’t actually get to say very much as it is a mostly singing role (don’t get too excited, I’m in an amdram version not the touring production). For those of you that have followed my limited onstage career, you’ll know that this is a good thing as I’m about as wooden as two by four, but can, just about, hold a tune.
I was also thrilled to get the chance to see a rehearsal of Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour, which opens at the Duke of York Theatre next week. As a keeper of a couple of couple young adults, I have to say, the story of six catholic school girls, who go on a drink fuelled rampage in a big city is a little bit frightening, but after watching the cast perform a couple of scenes, I’m really looking forward to seeing the full show.
With life imitating art, or the other round, it has been a bit disconcerting that all of the other shows I have seen over the last couple of weeks have had some kind of otherworldly, parallel dimension aspect to them, which has further had me questioning my sanity.
I had an amazing evening at Alice’s Adventures Underground and thoroughly enjoyed City of Glass at the Lyric Hammersmith. I also popped down to Exeter to take a peak at La Strada (which opens at The Other Palace later this month) and got severe cramp of the buttocks after spending eight hours watching Angels in America at the National Theatre. The impressive production, which boasts an all-star cast including Andrew Garfield, Nathan Lane and Russell Tovey is very good, but even for a hardened theatregoer like me, spending that much time watching one show is a bit much for the undercarriage.
Those eagle-eyed readers will notice the change of website for this column. That is down to the fact that I am now going it alone and attempting to promote my own business. It is gradually gaining momentum thanks to tremendous support from industry colleagues and performers and I’ve been really heartened by all of the help I’ve been offered.
Next week, I’m doing a bit of stage crewing for a local amateur production of Thoroughly Modern Millie and will have my first full rehearsal with the Knights of the Round Table.
I’m also off to see Wonderland in Bristol and I’ll be covering the London auditions for the new musical Cilla.
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