Here we are once more under The Globe. A new creation tonight to satisfy a different client. It’s a hotchpotch of As You Like It and sonnets with me as a clumsy Orlando and Ffion as a boundaried Rosalind and it has been working well so far. They wanted All The World’s a Stage so that’ll be next as part of a celebratory medley of greatest hits. It can be a bit of a Debbie Downer so we are puffing it up with more energetic stuff, as it’s nice to have it when we are in amongst them. It’s funny how we both still worry but I guess that’s just caring. But it’s going well.
They just fed us a vegan aubergine and melon compote and it was much needed as I forgot lunch today so I was starving. They are generous usually so I reckon we will get mains as well, in our little underground back room with the friendly mices.
I rushed across town to get here. I’ve been next to Westfield helping out with the build on an art installation today. I might be more directly involved and deliberately not saying. It might be something I do reasonably often these days. If you come I might see you there.
It’s an hour’s drive to The Globe so I got in here just in time to get into costume and mic before the guests came in. We are miked down here as it can be a very very tricky room to quiet, especially if they are all hammered. As it happens, this lot are really lovely and attentive. I’ve actually been able to do some NUANCE, God help us all.
Tired though. Happy to have had a good earning day as looking at the coming months it is potentially quite empty. It always fills though, and I’m hoping I’ll be free in August to housesit up in the Peak District for an old friend – watch this space on that. Lots of healthy walking, and maybe I’ll find a local stable.
Round three about to commence. Time to make sure I can remember which order I’m supposed to say these words in. Ooh and they just brought us some chicken. My cup runneth over.
AlBarclay 