Yawn

Well moving house is not my idea of fun. Firstly why do I own so much junk? Secondly why do I now have it my new house?

Today I have been up in the attic packing away stuff from our old house that we never use. Hmm.

Still, it’s been good exercise I suppose. My trousers now keep falling down, maybe that is just the Benny Hill in me coming out though.

In between moving house, unpacking etc I’ve been on stage each evening in A Streetcar Named Desire. My scenes seem to involve a lot of fighting, which unsurprisingly is also exhausting. I think it is worth noting that Tennessee Williams wasn’t much of gag merchant!

Oh well I must dash as the theatre beckons.

Panto mad

We are fast approaching the last week of panto. It’s been great fun but I must say it’s knackering!

It’s been 2 weeks so far, playing to lots of screaming children and at times adults. Today should have been my day off but I had Streetcar rehearsal.

I must say that it was vastly different to panto.  Today was intense, fun but a totally different atmosphere. Still, variety is the spice of life isn’t it?

I had an audition last Sunday, which went much better than expected. I got a plum part playing a colonel. This means that the moustache will have to stay now until the end of May.

I’ll update when I have had some rest!

No place like home

Feeling much better now and have had quite a successful week all in all. I’ve got a part in ‘A street car named desire’, which comes on in the theatre straight after the pantomime. This means my schedule will be as follows, Monday Friday/Thursday and Sunday evening rehearsals for street-car. Wednesday, Friday and Sunday lunch time will be panto rehearsals. The two productions are worlds apart of course, whilst panto means lots of slap stick humour and me getting my backside kicked and then tickled with a feather duster, Street-car is dark, depressing and violent. I also have to work on a New Orleans accent, I very rarely play a British character so it seems!

Also the schedule looks hard work meaning that I’m not going to be at home much.

My wife understands but as I’m hardly home these days I feel a little like a visitor.