I’m under the globe again, dressed as Shakespeare this time. It’s hot down here and the costume is not easy to remove. It was made with fastenings that then got damp when the show it was used for was flooded. It looks fantastic but you’ve got to think to do it up. And I can’t get my ruff on alone.
Ruff needs washing. It has old make-up on it, yellowing it. The yellow is from the actor whose name is sewn into the top of it. I actually auditioned for that job, in a moment of weakness. Did a fine audition but politics. I dodged a bullet. It was an early model of the using actors as facilitators and paying them in farts by ducking equity. I’m gonna have to soak my ruff with vanish I think, but that might make it all less white and just spread the contagion. This is still a useful costume – they spent on the build – but it’s high maintenance and it was already barely worn but much damaged when it came to me.
Gotta use the resources we have though.
Mel is upstairs in the foyer of the exhibition space, reading tarot for people. She’s on for a few hours. I finished officially some time ago but I never see her and I know that it helps to have people run the queue and give her breaks etc. Right now I’m writing this to you as it is the early rush and it’ll take care of itself. I’ll go up again when I’m done writing but it is an eleven thirty finish so I’m not gonna be able to write when I get home. Tomorrow morning NO WORK. YAY.
Lou is still working all the hours God made and I wish I could help lighten her load. Big old show she’s on. And Riyadh is not a nature park.
I’m gonna go up and check the Mel situation. I’m still in full Shakespeare. Every time I’m out there I need to be adding value. “There are more things in heaven and earth (horatio) than are dreamt of in your philosophy”. Shakespeare does tarot… Hmm
AlBarclay 