dogs...
Just a quick note today, although for transatlantic foecal coffee obsessives I promise a new blog (with pictures!) in a day or so.I'm rehearsing a show in Edinburgh, nothing particularly unusual about that I hear you cry, and I agree. We're rehearsing on the top floor of The King's Theatre, in what would have been the managers apartment (or Charles Wyndhams shag pad in the theatre that bears his name). I'm not very familiar with Edinburgh, my mother's antipathy having had some effect, so I'm just beginning to find my way around. I'm intrigued by the variety of street activity that I encounter around the theatre; not the staggering belligerant drunks familiar from Glasgow, but a whole spectrum of alternative loonies. For example; every day I meet a podgy pony tailed character, unremarkable other than the fact that he has a fully grown rottweiler (or something similar) slung limply over his shoulder. The unfortunate canine can't be dead, although I have never detected any motion, it doesn't even drool. So, for some inexplicable reason, this chap wanders around Tollcross with a six stone dog draped like an albatross across his neck, he always looks a bit grumpy, but under the circumstances so would I.
On a slightly more enchanting note, we have a show dog, ward of the principle actor, she is of sheep dog type, and generally very well behaved in the rehearsal room. However, for the last few days, as the video artist has been working in blackout, we've been stumbling about in the dark with the aid of torches, and Maggie loves torches, more specifically, she loves to chase the blobs of light. Today her excitement was almost overflowing, as my lighting hire arrived, and I was able to offer her a choice, not just of a very bright blob from a follow spot, but also an image of the moon as drawn by Galileo. She sat on her haunches, watching the faux moon, tail wagging attentively, I hope my audience will be as easily pleased.
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posted by Lampy @ 5/13/2009 08:00:00 pm
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