March 13, 2012
Words seem an inadequate tool with which to say goodbye to what has undoubtedly been the best job and experience of my short life so far. So I won't say goodbye, I will merely say see you later.
by Laura Darrall
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February 28, 2012
We came. We saw. We understudied.
by Laura Darrall
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February 6, 2012
It is official. We have rehearsed. We have previewed. We have flagellated. Heresy of Love is in the building! In deepest, darkest Mexico the story of Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz has strutted onto the Swan stage; set against a backdrop of luxury and a heartrending oil painting of Jesus, the space is bathed in dolour and sumptuousness.
by Laura Darrall
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January 17, 2012
Heresy begins...
So Robin Hood has left the building. The theatre feels eerily quiet without the hoards of merry men, children and towns women! However, Taming of the Shrew is on the horizon so that will bring new faces, laughs and more importantly a new play for the RST.
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December 19, 2011
The Ferryhouse is decorated with fifteen pounds worth of sparkly goods from Poundland and the smell of mulled wine floats out of the Dirty Duck as you walk past...
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December 5, 2011
It's been a while. And for that I'm sorry. But there is a reason for my neglect
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November 22, 2011
So Measure for Measure is up! In a blaze of corsets, spiked heels and nipple clamps...
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November 14, 2011
We held a two minutes silence in rehearsals today to commemorate all the brave men and women who have lost their lives in fighting for freedom, justice and human rights.
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November 7, 2011
Remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and Measure for Measure!
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October 28, 2011
I've woken up to a mist on the Avon, much akin to Wuthering Heights
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