September 17, 2012
Still in London. Wish it was cheaper to get around though. It is eating into the actor's wage that won't be enough to buy Theo his new pram (yes, he needs a new one already) and my Macbook Pro Air that seems so essential for my writing needs.
Sigh. I was feeling grumpy as I came into work. The Brunette had stated quite clearly that I could not and should not get said computer. My artistic genius is being crushed by the mundane simplicity of not being rich. It is so unfair.
Coming up through Leicester Square tube, I tripped over a homeless man. Literally, tripped over him!
I used to have a superstition that if I was on my way to a meeting, I would give money to everyone who asked it of me on that day. A way of keeping good with the Gods. Sometimes, it even worked!
Anyway, he looked up at me as I made my excuses and said, 'Be lucky, mate!' Luck. It plays such a large part in my life and I thought of that quote in As You Like It:
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
By the way, anyone who suggest his plays were not written by a man of the theatre should avail themselves of the numerous references to theatre there are in his plays:
How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown.
Says Cassius in Julius Caesar.
Anyhoo, I realised that my life might not be ruined by having to scribble notes on pieces of paper as inspiration comes to me. Or living as an actor. Or by having a son. A family. Friends. A roof. Food. Laughter. London. Sport. Shakespeare. Life. Indeed, it seems quite full.
I gave him a pound. (Shamefully, I still worry that I am only giving money to make myself feel better or encourage a drink and/or drug habit). But it's only a pound. And he inspired today's blog. thanks, pal. I will try and stay lucky. I really will.
by Andrew French
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