Friday, January 19

The extra show

Told everyone before we started tonight about our plan for an extra show and they seemed up for it. Only one person has said they can't make it so far - but he's playing Walter the half-wit, Young King Olevre and the Landlord so those parts need to be sorted. All the main eight characters are available, as are box office, high priest and town crier who are the others with the most parts.
Keli clapped her hands, looked very excited and said she thought it would be great. Footnote was similarly full of joy. The ginger one, who, let's face it, does have a fairly important part to play in the title role, of course said he couldn't make it. And of course we believed him. Or maybe not.
He and I were a nightmare tonight. We succeeded in putting one another off our lines to an alarming degree, but when I have the mask on it should help as far as he is concerned.
Talking of the mask, I am going over to Chertsey on Saturday morning (for the ungodly hour of 9.30am) to meet director her and go to the shop where she has seen the perfect item. I can't wait to get it on and start practicing the head movements in the mirror.
Previous producer was sorting out costumes for people, getting them to try items on. Mainly the girlies. In pretty dresses. And they all looked luvlee. She found Rincewind's cloak of many stars and sequins and glistening bits. And then she and director her told Cutwell that he was going to wear it. That's not a nice thing to do. But standing there watching his face as he turned to go to try it on was rather amusing.
So all in all, plenty of laughs, a complete run through act one and a lot of useful tweaking from director him and director her. It all makes for an enjoyable evening.
Apart from the fact that we came home to find five fence panels blown down in the ridiculous wind today. And box office had a tree blow down in his front garden.

Thought for the day: 'The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind.' Robert Zimmerframe. Actually I love Dylan (not the Magic Roundabout one) but it's just too easy a line to miss. After all he's getting on a bit. But his last album was v.g.

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