My poor long neglected blog. Sadly starved of posts and worse still, emaciating (is that a verb? I bet not) at the hands of Twitter which only calls for 140 characters at a time. I apologise to you, my blog, and will try to do better. I haven't even written anything about a play which I saw nigh on two weeks ago. So there we should start.
In the meantime, here I am on a snowy (outside the train) National Express down to
It was The Tailor of Inverness what I saw. It featured in last year's Festival. But the time was incompatiable with my journalistic orgy of theatre going so the Tailor was neglected although he attracted rave reviews. So when I saw him making an appearance at the Brunton for one night only, I negotiated with mother who fancied instead Mary Stuart at the Traverse and so we went.
And I'm glad I did. It was a charming little play, produced if my sievey memory serves me correctly, by a company called Dogstar. It featured one actor (faithful monologue, mainstay of these cash-strapped festival times) and to be fair to them, a violinist who punctuated the man's dialogue with vivid sawing on his instrument. The actor told the lovely story of growing up in very rural
I missed the middle chunk of his life as it was dark and cosy in the Brunton and I'd unwisely Friday night defiantly necked a bottle of Budvar before I went in so it seemed rude not to take just a little short nap.
And so the end of his life would probably have been a lot more poignant if only I'd understood the mid. But nonetheless, it was beautifully directed. He did a nice move with a clothes rail which he span in a circle and leapt through to recreate his time on a giant long distance train journey. Which I know sounds a bit ridiculous (I can just imagine trying to persuade some poor long-suffering at my flights of fancy actor to swing and leap - "it'll look good, honest...") but was surprisingly effective. I must remember it.
And they did some nice stuff with projections, recreating his father's imagined journeys around
Anyway it was very good. And I'm glad I saw at least more of it than I did in the Festival.
Last weekend I was in
Dashed back for a rehearsal and I made them prank around doing exaggerated versions of their character traits to see if this was educational and character portrayal enhancing. I don't think they thought so but I bet when I see their next performances, they will be all the richer.
And then headlong into the maelstrom of a pitch and an awards deadline and a looming presentation and all sorts of curveball last minute projects which were not meant to happen nearly so soon and this is why poor blog has suffered.
I was anticipating a quieter March but given that I now have 4 research projects looming, all to happen more or less simultaneously, I may be sadly disappointed in that respect.
The bigger concern however is that I haven't done anything about my SFX for my one act which is now, hmmm, let me think, a week today. Time I think to pay a little attention to that before the boys take, otherwise mute, to the stage.
And oh my goodness I need to retrieve the trophy which I took to be engraved two weeks past and still have not been alerted of its readiness. I hope it has not rolled outside the shop door in a moment of wild carelessness and been squashed under the wheels of a passing steam roller. Imagine how petulant that would make me look.
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