Fringe Virgin Part Deux: Learning to Curve
So the last two days have been a game of two halves, lurching from one extreme to the other and learning alot about this experience and all those taking part. Yesterday we had no-one to play to. Zero audience. So is a play still a play if there's no audience? Well there was no play. To be honest following the car-crash improv fest from the previous day, having lost a performer, a rest day was needed and so, as if the Fringe Gods had heard us we were given a day off. It might
Fringe Virgin Part Deux: The Show Must Go On.....
Apologies for those of you who were waiting with bated breath for yesterday's blog post. Frankly I was exhausted. Between walking so far that I think I should be recording that famous Proclaimers song, schlepping a gazillion posters between venue and giant poles on the Royal Mile that by this point are only held up BY THE POSTERS and navigating the swathes of teenage angst that feels like an additional member of our company, I was ready to drop. This situation was not aided b
Fringe Virgin Part Deux: The Teenage Years
So, here I am again, not so much a Fringe Virgin but a worldly-wise, weather beaten, ready for anything Fringe Pro - or am I?? This time I am accompanied by a new breed of actors, springing from the torment and adult trauma of That Face by Polly Stenham in 2017 to the youthful joy of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream. Youthful you say?? OK, so not me, I know, although I am doing my best adorned with space buns and ridiculous festival outfit but it is the company that is