tin 30 June 2010
I get to be a tin can tomorrow, basically. It kind of takes me back as an actor, tough only VERY vaguely, to the days when directors might get you to improvise a scene pretending to be a chair or a remould tyre or a Brussels sprout, perhaps – can’t remember why exactly though I guess it would have been something to do with freeing the mind etc. Anyhow, I get a proper costume at this job and some SPECTACULARLY high silver boots that I think I am expected to run around in as if that’s the most natural thing in the world. Whether it’s possible in the normal scheme of things (whatever that is now) I can’t tell you but I will say that after a whole day in Libby’s black shoes my feet are like stumps and rather sore…JOY oh JOY!
