remiss 5 February 2008
Those of you who checked in earlier today will have noticed I didn’t post a blog last night, so here are the excuses (facts too but I guess they won’t wash) We had another opening – we are becoing a bit like that song that has the line ‘another opening, another show’ (is it an Ethel Merman?) – and afterwards this time out Rough Magic (the theatre company) had a small reception for patrons so there was much talking and jollification and it was late when I got home and, unforgivable as it was and doubtless still is, I got into bed without visiting the site. The hubby’s first words to me this morning were ‘you didn’t post a blog, did you’ but then again he’s a romantic bastard and can’t help himself such comments. Anyhow, sorry.
Last night was a strange one as the four members of the original cast who were unavailable to join us this time out all came to see it. That was a tad freaky for those of us who’d been around first time out cos it was not only a jury of our peers but also potentially people who would spot any changes and, let’s say it out loud, MISTAKES that might be made. No such thing, it turned out, as they were too busy enjoying it. It must be very strange to see a production you’ve been in, like crossing into Neverland. I have seen plays I’ve done in other productions of but never the ACTUAL production with a replacement me. It’s a little like the actors’ anxiety dream, really, where you see the show from the audience and say ‘this is where I come on’ to the person sitting next to you but remain seated knowing you have just totally messed up. So that, then, without the terror must be like the experience the others had last night. I suppose if the Americans ever make their version of FATHER TED, as is mooted, I will know what it’s like from watching another woman be Mrs Doyle. Now that will be a total freak out, I imagine.
