PRIVATE RESISTANCE: Don't tell him your name, Pike...
It's early to bed at 1am after a very enjoyable performance at New Buckenham. The alarm is set and my head has hardly hit the pillow before I'm dead to the world. What seems moments later and it's time to get up and out. A brisk walk through the misty streets of Ipswich and I'm on the 0826 to London, heading to a Wardour Street studio for the first day's recording of 'Dear Arthur, Love John', an afternoon play for Radio 4. Taking the form of a letter from John le Mesurier to Arthur Lowe and flas backs to days on set and off, the play tells the story of the legendary comedy series 'Dad's Army' and its stars.
PRIVATE RESISTANCE: Bryan and Badgers
Walsham Le Willows... A day to remember..
Arriving in Walsham Le Willows yesterday was like stepping into a fairytale...Tudor house after tudor house rolling by, green fields, a glorious church at the end of what seemed to be a portal into a perfect dimension...We arrived at the village hall basking in the sunshine of a wonderous spring afternoon...Birds chirping, trees dancing, and despite drought warnings a tyre stuck in 6 inches of mud...it wasn't going anywhere after back ng the EA Megabus up to the village hall door there seemed no way out... Phil even hesistantly exclaimed - ‘I think it needs a tow' ‘No! NEVVVEERRR!' we all enthusiastically screamed... Fred running around trying to find something for leverage - luckily for us the village hall had been refurbed recently and there were random pieces of wood and table tops laying around the side - so we did the get in and after all was in the theatre and the bus of joy was significantly lighter we all got to the back - Penny put pedal to the metal and we pushed with all our might - you'll be pleased to know we are all substantially stronger with all the lifting and could easily lift a truck...haha There is a video of the whole ordeal on facebook and few pictures of the mud - Drought my foot!! Go to Australia then you'll know what a drought is haha
PRIVATE RESISTANCE: Top Ten Moments (so far)
Right, we are in week three and my blogging skills have been lacking..I did attempt to create a vlog (voiceblog) but sadly it wasn't compatible with the eastern angles website - not to mention the fact that I create in a moving vehicle in the front seat amidst a sea of noise and car fumes...Intrigued now aren't you!
Well we have been to a myriad of venues ranging from audiences of 40 in a village hall the size of an Australian living room to a town hall with raked seating whe e the audience are so far away we can even see dots for eyes...Not to mention the smell of burning plastic from a recycling plant that had been on fire for 3 days! Poor townspeople...Bit ironic that it was a recycling plant and was now creating more pollution than the city of London...Perhaps an exaggeration but you should have smelt it...vile!
PRIVATE RESISTANCE: Opening Night
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So opening night from the perspective of the work placement woman. It's busy! What people may not consider is that things are being finished/finalised/ tweaked up until the last minute. Making sure everything is ready in time and the best it can be.
So the day goes like this:
I arrive at Sir John Mills Theatre (on time I'm pleased to say) and iron some costum s. Would they have had time to iron shirts in 1940, whilst Briton was under the occupation of Germany? Probably not but Eastern Angles actors are well looked after.