The last day in Clapham tomorrow and it feels like it’s gone very quickly all of a sudden. There’s a lot in a five act play. Every day has been full but still we have just started. I guess that’s why these plays have survived. They are rich, layered things. Different productions bring different shades to the fore.
I’m sleepless again and it’s late. Forgot to write this and then just as I thought I was going to drift I remembered with a jolt. Could do it tomorrow morning but I’m happier with the idea of rolling out of bed straight onto a Forest bike and into the song call. I might even lay out some clothes.
Cat related practicalities mean that it is likely we won’t be collecting in time. I’m off sooner than it feels like, and will probably stay up on the weekends as it’s all part of the adventure of it. Time is moving fast. Got to get to sleep as well. Tomorrow is act 5 which is most of my content. A last opportunity before Stratford to make sense of this guy I’m playing in the context of this show we’re making.
It’s a lovely group of people. London rehearsals tend to mean you don’t go out after with the cast just because everyone has homes to go to, so we will probably get to know each other better once we are out of town. I managed to get Bergman into his MOT in time so I’ll work out how to get him back tomorrow and sort out tax in time. Full car up to Stratford, three passengers and luggage… Which reminds me, I’ll need to pack.
Restlessness kept me up late and noisy head. I’ve had some emergency actifed and hopefully that’ll take me down to rest in time to get the hours in. Much to do. Packing, washing, tidying, and securing all the Othello work in time for things to get serious up in Warwickshire. Bring it on.
AlBarclay 