November 29, 2012
There comes a moment during a last performance where one finally realises its all over. But nothing ever really ends (I warn you now, there may be quite a few quotations in this last blog).
by Andrew French
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November 23, 2012
It seems Moscow brings out the best in us - a moment of high drama in last night's performance.
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November 22, 2012
It's all very well seeing new places and having new experiences. But sometimes you want to eat and sleep and then get on with your work. You want to try out the new phrases that you have learned, you want to try out the new place that you have heard about. But...
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November 22, 2012
It is a truth universally acknowledged that an actor in possession of a sunny disposition must be in want of a good slap in the face.
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November 12, 2012
The last time I was in Cardiff a slightly (read 'extremely') drunken reveller who I had just met, propositioned me with one of the most bare faced, filthy chat up lines I think I have ever heard. I was outraged. I was disgusted. I was apalled. I have never forgotten her.
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November 12, 2012
Everyone tells you about the amount of churches in Norwich. And the amount of pubs. Suffice to say there are a lot of both.
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October 3, 2012
So: In Bradford, the iron didn't go out. In theatre parlance, that means the curtain that comes down onstage during the interval, did not go back up again. Oh, dear.
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October 1, 2012
So. It has been raining. A lot. It seems to always rain when I come up north. Now I know that can't be true. I know there must have been many times when I have frolicked in the summer sun. But right now, I can't seem to remember them. So most of us are spending our time in our hotel rooms watching the rain it raineth every day.
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September 25, 2012
It is extraordinary that the RSC do these tours that allow people who cannot get to Stratford or London to see the works of the greatest english writer by the greatest Shakespeare company. Still, I had no idea where Aylesbury was!
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September 24, 2012
'Everyone walks around half naked!' A friend of mine came to see the show a few weeks ago and I was asking her why she never stayed in the business (she was very good). She said she hated the rejection (fair enough), the low pay (hear, hear), and the casual sluttiness of actors. (!)
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