bells 4 May 2011
sheffield sounds like some long summer holidays to me, in as much as it has a town hall bell that chimes the hours, in the manner of Big Ben = notes on each quarter and adding notes as it goes alone, then it counts out the beat at the top of the hour. this was the sound of my parents home town when – that is Sligo in the north west of Ireland. the only time i found it awful was a night i spent at my uncle’s house when i couldn’t sleep and heard every single bell chime all night long, ringing out the wretchedness that i was still awake. these days, here in sheffield, it ticks off the rehearsal time but also underpins the panic of hours ‘lost’ when maybe i should have nailed more of mr beckett’s lines to absolute memory. however i hope we’re getting there…
just one thing, though, my cohort and wonderful acting partner (peter gowan) was talking today about how scientists…physicists?…have weighed the Universe (i KNOW – how?? we don’t know how it can and has been, apparently, done) and have as many black holes/unusual volumes as anything else…
which may help to explain why i can learn one line and forget the following three…?
