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Play things
Apr. 5th, 2007 04:11 pmWe only had a handful in for last night's performance - which may partly be explained by the fact that anyone phoning the box office this morning was told that no, there was only one performance on Tuesday and they'd missed it. If that same message was going out yesterday, then at least I can pretend they turned away dozens of hopefuls...
On the other hand, four of the few we had last night are on the board of the Customs House, the established professional venue in South Shields. One was the guy who actually runs it, and he was most impressed, and said so repeatedly; and went away saying "We must get you into the Customs House next season..." Obviously, this is a throwaway line at the end of an evening, and I am building no houses upon sand nor castles in the air. Still, it was good to hear.
And I'm told there's a wonderful review in the Sunderland Echo tonight, but I haven't seen it, I can't find it on the net and the only quote I was given was my being hailed as "Best Supporting Actor". Which I like, obviously, but...
Meanwhile, it's a gorgeous warm sunny spring day out there, and a certain young gentleman of my close acquaintance thinks he should be out there chasing evil butterflies across the road. Oddly, I disagree; it is a point of contention between us (not a bone, alas: he might enjoy a bone). Instead, here is a Youtube snippet of penguins chasing a butterfly, which caused me to giggle.
I haven't written a word, for days & days; not even trying, right now. Looking for ways to fill the time, before I have to head for the theatre. I did think I might clean the kitchen today, but that doesn't seem to have happened. Alas, poor kitchen. It's missed its chance, I fear.
On the other hand, four of the few we had last night are on the board of the Customs House, the established professional venue in South Shields. One was the guy who actually runs it, and he was most impressed, and said so repeatedly; and went away saying "We must get you into the Customs House next season..." Obviously, this is a throwaway line at the end of an evening, and I am building no houses upon sand nor castles in the air. Still, it was good to hear.
And I'm told there's a wonderful review in the Sunderland Echo tonight, but I haven't seen it, I can't find it on the net and the only quote I was given was my being hailed as "Best Supporting Actor". Which I like, obviously, but...
Meanwhile, it's a gorgeous warm sunny spring day out there, and a certain young gentleman of my close acquaintance thinks he should be out there chasing evil butterflies across the road. Oddly, I disagree; it is a point of contention between us (not a bone, alas: he might enjoy a bone). Instead, here is a Youtube snippet of penguins chasing a butterfly, which caused me to giggle.
I haven't written a word, for days & days; not even trying, right now. Looking for ways to fill the time, before I have to head for the theatre. I did think I might clean the kitchen today, but that doesn't seem to have happened. Alas, poor kitchen. It's missed its chance, I fear.