The thing about me is that I am a germ freak. Can't stand them. The fact that I had to spend half an hour first thing this morning on the DLR, beside a man who seemed completely incapable of bringing his hand to his mouth, meant that I was never really going to start the day in anything other than Saturday morning mode. Luckily for me I was not the only one with the weekend morning blues and as soon as I got to reception had my good buddies Sinister, Spirit, Becca and Erina to cheer me up.
Today was a pretty mess free day as rehearsals at the Roundhouse go. Without wanting to give too much away, lets just say we are encouraged to get very interactive with the material and the past couple of months of creativity have been unlike any I've ever known. We are lucky little things as we are in the great hands of staff Emma and David (who runs his own live performance company 'Shunt'). This means that for every bead of sweat, there are at least three laughs - its true. I've counted - and time seems like its flown by really fast. In other words after the stress of auditions and umpteen weeks of work, Glastonbury festival the great stage (or field) on which our work will be performed is only a little over a week away. This leaves very little time to get a tent but plenty of time to panic about it.
But in true theatrical fashion, we decided to allay all signs of a hissy fit with some drama games. Fun times ensued. There were about 10 of us today in all. After the sun salutations led with lots of flexibility (literally) by Dani, we played this instantly-comprehensible-not-remotely-weird version of duck duck goose. The way it works is that every one takes the name of a fish (cod, haddock etc) and then some one else runs around the perimeter of the circle yelling 'The sea is agitated, the sea is agitated!' with graceful liquid like arm movements. It was quite something when we got it down. In my humble opinion, only Selina who taught us the game was able to remain cool and calm looking whilst pulling it off. She made it look like an art. But what is it they say? if you're shy about looking stupid in public you're not an actor.
The rest of the day was spent finalising content, trying pieces of costume, dashing between the Camden branches of Nandos and KFC in search of the best chicken fillet burger -we are victims of the most sophisticated pallets-and almost walking head first into fashion designer Henry Holland at Chalk Farm station on the way home (although from the puzzled looks on everyones faces, seems I'm the only one who reads Vogue. Sad times.)
All in all today was much fun despite the slightly disappointing turn out. Hope those that were poorly are good little thesps and drink their hot Ribena so that we can 'Wooh-Haa' them all again soon. Now I'm off to try and figure out what this so called 'tent' contraption is. They sound kind of handy. And water proof.
Peace out from the Plaice
The Celluloid Kid
Micheal with the present his mum gave him aged 7. Nowadays they live in the attic next to the Polaroid so we were all very privileged to see them.
Boeing 7 4 Emma: 99% of the time she's concentrating intently and is really on the ball. 1% of the time...not so much.
Daniel outside Sainsbury's being his bad self. And Armed.
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