THE LONG WAY HOME: Jumaan Short
Man’s Best Friend
They say a dog is man’s best friend, so, being a stranger in a new place, I was delighted to make the acquaintance of Badger the dog in my new residence. Although, Badger doesn’t see very well, at all, and doesn’t move very much, at all, so my first cooking venture in his company may have caused some offence to the poor creature.
In search of cooking tools in cupboards, Badge was sort of, well – in the way. Every cupboard I pened, he stood in front of and it became a gentle obstacle course of a bump, prod, push, shovel and budge routine around the kitchen. When at last the show was over, bows taken and curtains closed and I, exhausted, finally settled down to take a bite of my food, Badger came back with a barking encore and wouldn’t quieten. I feared our friendship was over and I would be spending the next 5 months sleeping on Eastern Angles’ stage floor. BUT, just as my fear became farewell and I, tearfully turned to pack my bags, Badge all of a sudden; galloped up behind me, (surely to mend my broken heart), but due to his poor vision, as I stopped, he crashed in to my ankles and collapsed, knocked-out-in-to-a-heap-on-my -feet and wouldn’t wake up, and wouldn’t move and wouldn’t budge SIGH and, well…the evening performance began…
THE LONG WAY HOME - First Day of Rehearsals
The Christmas Show is still running in Woodbridge, and in Ipswich we're already starting on rehearsals for our Spring 2010 Tour - The Long Way Home, written by Charles Way, who also wrote IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER which we toured back in the Spring of 2000.
So, we welcome Theo, Susan, Jumaan and James to Ipswich, along with Naomi the director, Mika the designer and Polly the Puppeteer! After a readthrough of the play this morning, the cast and crew are already busy - but not busy enoug to stop me stealing into rehearsals and grab a couple of photos!
MANSFIELD PARK & RIDE Brrr! The Big Freeze
The coldest snap in British theatre since ‘Romans In Britain On Ice' and we're all gallantly struggling through frost and snow into the Sir John Mills, adopting the very same ‘Dunkirk spirit' the Germans did as they advanced on the French coast in 1940; we must get there at all costs, take no prisoners, strafe, stab, kill. Similarly we actors must also be strong in the face of impending unemployment as 2010 is upon us with a vengeance and the literal and met phorical winds carry blizzards of drifting unhappiness and economic dearth (only if you‘re a cynical type - see below).