If you torture data enough it will confess to anything.
If you torture data enough it will confess to anything.
Three days of observing and then thrown in at the deep end for the Dress rehearsal on Saturday. Made mistakes but kept calm and quiet, so no problems. I suspect everyone thinks I know a lot more than I do but I am going to take the opportunity to learn as much as I can.
The play is wonderful. I cried through two run-throughs. (I then got home and burst into tears at the end of the TV Little Women adaptation – I’m very emotional at the moment). It’s about loneliness and connecting, and the actors are so good it’s not like watching actors – just people. The characters are unusual in the sense you rarely see the thoughts and feelings they convey here, but they are so ordinary there must be thousands of (real) people like them. I both identify strongly (painfully!) with them but the play has also made me question my own assumptions. I think it will get richer every time I see it. And it seems a great company of people. Everyone is really friendly and it feels like there’s no hierarchy (which strictly there isn’t in the theatre).
First preview tonight and my second time doing my job.
(I wish the photo above was my own – sadly not)
If you have a bad image and you are bad, then you don’t have an image problem.
If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.
Even more joy if you can take it.
2017 could have been a lot worse but I’m glad it’s over. 2018 has started rather well.
I HAVE A JOB!
A friend of mine was looking to job share some technical lighting work they’d been offered on a West End play, and asked me if I was interested. They then suggested me (as job share) to the theatre’s technical boss who had originally offered the work and within 2 hours the theatre is ringing me to tell me I have it.
I’ll be working on half the weekly performances, the play is short, and at the moment it has a limited run of a few months – so it’s perfect.
It gives me my days free to keep working on my writing and raising my potential work profile. (I’m also working on a secret project at the moment, so I will still have time for that.) It’s excellent relevant new experience on my CV. I have started some private tuition which I am enjoying and gives me a bit more money and it won’t intefere with that. And I should be able to keep my shifts going at the Foundling, where I love working. Both of us want to be flexible, and we know each other from having worked together in the past, so I have freedom to do other evening things if they crop up.
It also gives me a foot in the door back into theatre (where I started) – so we’ll see.
Relieved and happy.
I am delighted to have just received an email from that website which tells you everything going on in your locality, that a “Spanish Beginners Curse” is starting next week.
As my mother would say: that’s a bit different.
I have just come across this person’s review of a TV series I have been watching. Edna Welthorpe (Mrs) would be proud:
This should never have made it to air. There is NO ending so don’t bother watching any of it. It ends in the middle. I’m very angry that I wasted my time watching something that ends in the middle with everything left hanging. How ridiculous. I will make sure to look up the writer and never read or watch anything by them ever again. Rip a book in half or watch half of a mystery movie and that’s what you get with Bancroft. How anyone allowed this to air as is, is a headshaker.
Hope everyone is finding some sort of peace over the Christmas holidays.
Oh good grief that sounds dismal.
Wishing all Mr Bert’s Blog Reader’s happiness and peace this Christmas
(I should be tidying up and packing – which is why I am blog posting)
I’ve been a bit lax on my book reviews this year but I can recommend:
The Lost Words – Robert McFarlane and Jackie Morris
The Sparsholt Affair – Alan Hollinghurst
The Dark Circle – Linda Grant
In the Name Of The Family (Borgias Part 2) – Sarah Dunant
The Underground Railroad – Colson Whitehead
Balancing Acts – Nicholas Hytner
Golden Hill – Francis Spufford
Lie With Me – Sabine Durrant
The Loney – Andrew Michael Hurley
How To Be Champion – Sarah Millican
It’s cold. I don’t know whether I view the past with rose-tinted glasses or whether our weather really is warmer, but it seems to me ages since we had a really cold proper winter. Spending a lot of time at home at the moment means I have to watch the heating (fortunately the flat is warm anyway), but as much as I enjoy being at home warm and curled up, living in London you are aware of how many people live on the streets and that this is just a particularly horrible time of the year.
I’ve also become aware in recent days that people keep their curtains closed during the day when they are at home to keep warm, and denying ourselves daylight, particularly now when days are short, is really unhealthy. Look at the size of windows on expensive houses or apartments, and look at them on standard housing. If you are wealthy you will have acres of glass in your housing. Developers keep costs down by fitting minimum size windows, which means many, many people do not get enough daylight. I have worked with children who have been at the beginning of developing rickets. And it effects mental health. Take daylight away and we will suffer from depression. So try and get as much exposure to daylight as you can. It has been a relatively sunny autumn and sunshine cheers everyone up. Sadly daylight is a luxury some people cannot afford.
(I’m a bit gloomy today, hence seriousness of above post – need a job….)