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History ensemble member Nick Asbury on scene changes and a mean game of cricket.
Sacked
It's half past four on a Monday afternoon and I've just been sacked. Before the protest marchers begin to form, let me explain. From a scene.
 I've just spent the best part of two days rehearsing a scene in which Pistol officially doesn't appear, but Michael thought it'd be interesting if I were to be there in the background. We all read the scene. Went through it line by line with a fine toothcomb, extracting our story from it all and discussing and playing. This was Friday. Then this morning we did the same and into another scene. Then it was time to put it on it's feet and see what we came up with. Two goes through and Michael says, hmmm, not so sure you work in this. It's distracting. You're sacked. Which is nice. But, frankly, he's right.
Still I got to know a bit more about the play and I always find it fascinating to be in on scenes when you're not actually in them yourself. It gives a better snapshot of what others are doing.
That and the fact that Streatfeild and I have started up a rather mean game of cricket using a tennis ball and a sword. (In the absence of Keith Bartlett, who has this play off, the table tennis bats have been left up in Stratford and nobody's quite organised enough to get them back apart from Keith). Luke Neal is a novice left hander which means that when he connects, the rehearsal room windows are threatened. And Rob Carroll a brutal Aussie bowler. (What would you expect?). A glorious On drive from Geoffrey very nearly took off the RSC's Head of Music John Woolf's head sitting foolishly at Mid On having a chat. Other than that things are going along nicely. Although I have to say Michael does look faintly mystified when returning from a lunch break to be greeted by a communal cry of HOWZAT!?!
And, even though I was sacked, I thought it was Not Out...
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Likes: Cricket and music. Fields and dark pubs with no music
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