So here I am again, writing the blog. I thought I had got off the hook with the arrival of Liam and
Lorna who both conveniently arrived when it was my turn to share. When Director extraordinaire
Sophie asked the group whose turn it was, however, and was met with deafening silence she
promptly remembered that it was mine. She’s great.
We had a long day of flyering today, Soph and I bought materials for making a banner that will
have “Kiss me and you will see how important I am” in even bigger, easier to read text. I’m a bit
scared to imagine what the general public’s response will be to such an enticing, easy to read
proposal, especially since the smaller slogans on the umbrellas and t-shirts are getting quite enough
of a response already.
To take our minds off the problems that had arisen from trying to sell a show called “Kiss Me…”
we all decided to see a light hearted, easy to watch show in the evening. Bereavement the musical
was the obvious choice. I think we are all going a bit mad already. In fairness though, it was actually
good. As Lorna wisely said “the funny bits were funny.” After this we of course flyered again
promising half price tickets to whoever we could accost on the street. Most of these people didn’t
turn up, and in the end our audience numbered 14, which was a bit disheartening at first, but after
the show we learnt that the show preceding ours had a grand total of one paying customer so we all
felt a little better. The competitiveness has begun. It is hard to judge how a show went, especially
with an unresponsive audience, but sometimes they’re sometimes the ones that enjoy it the most. It
was good to get another performance under our belts though.
Drained after our performance we went to see the next show that was on and we could see for free.
Sh*t-faced Shakespeare was an unexpected gem. The cast of six all perform an abridged version
of “A Midsummer Nights Dream” while the packed to capacity audience (competitiveness) were
handed a whistle and a saucepan. Every night, a different character (always one of the four lovers)
had to get drunk before the show and perform inebriated. As well as this, they had to drink gin
and tonics throughout the performance, and when he audience blew the whistle or banged the
saucepan a butler appeared making the actor a strong vodka based drink. There was something
scary about a roomful of people shouting at a sadly whimpering man to “Down it, Down it,” but the
show is definitely onto a winner. Cheap laughs and Shakespeare with a cast of five (who will, as the
festival goes on, be extremely hungover on the day after their own turn) trying to keep their drunk
cast member who was running around, forgetting lines, remembering wrong lines, walking into
lights, falling over and revealing embarrassing information about other cast members under control.
There is no doubt about it that actors make the best drunks, and Shakespearian actors the most
eloquent ones. Regardless, I don’t envy them two weeks into the festival, when they’ve all been the
drunk ones at least twice, and are starting to despise their cast members and start to take out petty
grievances on one another when the incapacitated one can’t really defend themselves.
Can’t wait to go again