Damascus was great. Nice set, great use of music, brilliantly acted. I was particularly taken with a Mr Paul Higgins who featured last year in Black Watch and popped up again here. I could speak more about him but I must be careful that this blog doesn't turn into a lustfest.
And what a lovely script. I don't know very much of David Greig's work which is shameful really as the papers are all heralding him as Scotland's pre-eminent playwright of the moment. Unsurprising I suppose given that he has an adaptation of The Bacchae in the International Festival and another of his plays being produced by TAG at the Traverse.
But it was very nicely put together. Very funny which I hadn't expected. A little woolly in places perhaps (says she!) but they are only on their second night. And very thought-provoking. There was a speech that I was particularly taken with at the end of the first act:
"Could someone ever comprehend all the angles of your life? All your lies and stories. And even if they could, how would they know which of your lies you believed and which you told to please your lover or which you simply entertained for an afternoon in a fit of of whimsy."
Brian suggested that I liked this speech so much on account of my deceitful life. I couldn't possibly comment.
Anyway, Mr Greig is obviously a pretty smart guy. And I can say this with a tiny modicum of authority as to my (restrained) delight, I got to meet him afterwards. Lovely Jeanette knows him of old. And we had a great little chat. Well, they did and I loitered in the background trying to seem delicately intellectual but grinning all the while like a loon. Clever and cute too. What more could a girl want..?
More all boy action this morning as Madeleine is in Ibiza so I got Lucien and Anthony to myself for the (10am start - Lucien has a prom tonight in scenic Bonnyrigg) rehearsal. We finished with a photo shoot on the Meadows. For publicity purposes you understand. I felt like a terrible predator for the second time this weekend. It's becoming an inconvenient habit.
And what a lovely script. I don't know very much of David Greig's work which is shameful really as the papers are all heralding him as Scotland's pre-eminent playwright of the moment. Unsurprising I suppose given that he has an adaptation of The Bacchae in the International Festival and another of his plays being produced by TAG at the Traverse.
But it was very nicely put together. Very funny which I hadn't expected. A little woolly in places perhaps (says she!) but they are only on their second night. And very thought-provoking. There was a speech that I was particularly taken with at the end of the first act:
"Could someone ever comprehend all the angles of your life? All your lies and stories. And even if they could, how would they know which of your lies you believed and which you told to please your lover or which you simply entertained for an afternoon in a fit of of whimsy."
Brian suggested that I liked this speech so much on account of my deceitful life. I couldn't possibly comment.
Anyway, Mr Greig is obviously a pretty smart guy. And I can say this with a tiny modicum of authority as to my (restrained) delight, I got to meet him afterwards. Lovely Jeanette knows him of old. And we had a great little chat. Well, they did and I loitered in the background trying to seem delicately intellectual but grinning all the while like a loon. Clever and cute too. What more could a girl want..?
More all boy action this morning as Madeleine is in Ibiza so I got Lucien and Anthony to myself for the (10am start - Lucien has a prom tonight in scenic Bonnyrigg) rehearsal. We finished with a photo shoot on the Meadows. For publicity purposes you understand. I felt like a terrible predator for the second time this weekend. It's becoming an inconvenient habit.
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