Ok, its been a while since the last blog. Unfortunately, December and January’s entries were wiped by a mysterious virus called the ‘I haven’t even got time to eat, sleep, breath, finish this buggery script, buy Christmas presents, why aren’t there more hours in the day’ virus. You know the one; it always happens when you’re so busy, you can’t remember your own name. The upside, however, is that with this brank spanking new website design – another filip for my friend, Anthony Pearson, who designs my sites and excels at this technical stuff that terrifies the Calvin Kleins off me, and to whom I am extraordinarily grateful – I can put blogs on whenever I like! I won’t , of course, but the thought was there.
Christmas was wonderful. Two days off with my brother and nephew and niece in Devon. Slightly dodgy journey down from London. Even the M4 was icy, and my little convertible Golf was doing an impression of Torville and Dean on acid. On Christmas Eve I left out a glass of sherry for Father Christmas and a carrot for the reindeer. The glass was still full in the morning; it was bound to be – nobody else in the house believes in him and I don’t like sherry.
New Year was a tad of a non-event. I was working in the evening and all day New Year’s day so was confined to a couple of bottles of ‘Crabbies’. Its a bit embarrassing going into a pub and asking the barman if he has crabbies. If he says ‘yes’ I feel obliged to hand over a tube of cream and tell him to apply it twice a day. If you didnt know, Crabbies is alcoholic ginger beer and is one of the two links between my childhood and adulthood. ‘The Famous Five do Alcohol’. The other thing that links the two is the fact that I haven’t left my childhood yet.
Professionally, things have somewhat hit a mire. ‘The Moon is Halfway to Heaven’ is no longer scheduled for a four week run at Jermyn Street Theatre in June. The producer was unable to raise the budget after five months and we have now parted company. Unfortunately, I was left with only three weeks to find a backer and/or producer before contracts were due to be signed; and, despite running around like the proverbial blue-bottomed fly, I was unable to do so. However, Gene David Kirk, the artistic director at Jermyn Street, has very kindly offered me dates later on this year should I be able to raise the finance. Its disappointing, of course, to lose the dates but I’m not starving in a remote African village so things have to be put in perspective.
On a plus note, I have just finished the second draft of a stage adaptation of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. The production will be going on a three month national tour in the summer. (For dates and venues see firstname.lastname@example.org). I’ve done a ‘Downton’ on it and made it quite acidic, sarcastic and, I hope, witty.
Also, the performed reading of my first play, ‘Save Your Kisses For Me’, at the Tristan Bates Theatre, was a great success. It was my first attempt at directing and my thanks go to my marvellous team. The cast of Louise Voce, Sophie Danino, Tim McFarland and Keaton Makki; John Tucker, simply the best vocal coach; and my excellent stage manager, Ben Stevens, and Mike Smith on sound. Its given me renewed confidence in the play and I’m now determined to get it back on stage in a full-scale production.
I have a great feeling about 2011; not just for me but for everyone. (Mind you, I had this feeling last year and bugger all happened!). There is a mood of positivity and of a more collective human contentment. Maybe I’m just imagining the glass totally full. I hope not.
Take much care,