Okay, that’s rather a dramatic title but I’ve just come off stage and I’m feeling rather high. ‘Orwell A Celebration’ is going fantastically well. Two four star reviews that I’ve heard of in the Evening Standard and Metro. The Stage is also a very good one. The reason I can’t give you further details about these reviews is that I cannot read them. I am rather a fragile little soul and either become unbearable if a review is good (and my performance goes downhill) or, if a review is bad, I tend to respond by secretly fantasising about ways of following the reviewer home and killing them (I watched that Vincent Price film, ‘Theatre of Blood’, as a child and it’s marked me for life). It’s far better to do it the Dawn French way. She sits down at the end of a run, with a large glass of wine, and reads all her reviews. You tend to be calmer once it’s over. This is what I intend to do.
Other great news on the acting front is that I now have an acting agent, Theresa Hickey of Mcfarlane Chard. I feel a bit like I’m leaving drama school all over again and have a new start in the acting world. I’ve spent so long on comedy that I’ve become a bit of a stranger to most casting directors. I do hope I get the chance to do more acting. Stand Up comedy makes you a bit tough and I think I may need to regain my camp edge.
Anyway, I’m finding it hard to continue writing because I’m listening to Alan and Ben doing the ‘1984′ torture scene that ends ‘Orwell A Celebration’. It’s giving me ideas of what to do with any reviewers who are less than complementary.
