And we are done. What a delightful little chapter as we fall into winter. A charming shouty stroll across the blasted heath. Tonight not so blasted either. A very quiet calm clear night, a bright moon and stars in a clear sky. We go into the dark together and this evening I didn’t have to shout. I just chose to.
Lou was there. Normally she’s asleep by the time we are halfway through. She stuck it out through the whole evening, with Canice for company. It felt like a lovely close. Siwan and Jo and John all on good form, all trying out new material even though we might never do this again. Every time I do this it feels more fun and more felt – and more right. A creative outlet, and gradually getting to know the mechanics behind ticket sales and marketing etc but on a low low budget. You get back what you pay for if you’re smart about it. But it’s all work behind the work. The team loves the execution, but we have less fun with the admin, for which Siwan is basically a one woman band, and of which Siwan is growing mightily fed up.
I get it. We all want to go play on the heath together. On nights like this it is just silly friends being spooky and fun and clever together for the public. If we could do that gainfully without all the admin then we bloody well would, every night of the year. But for every good front end there’s a good back end. The front end neighs but the back end does the walking.
It’s late here and everyone is asleep. Brian is back from New Zealand and likely to be jetlagged to bits. We’ve got someone on the sofa, we are a full house. The cats aren’t sure if they’re happy about it or weirded out about it.
This Halloween Walk has been a lovely expression of our peculiar personalities, the five of us in the team. The audience has come along with us every time. Despite my threats, nobody actually died. Hopefully more fun and no death next year… I’m thinking about Creepy Chelsea as well… But hey, I might well be too busy on set.
AlBarclay 