I thought I was the last member to arrive and complete the Sunday’s Child crew yesterday, but then I opened the living room door this morning and not really to my surprise there were two additional snoozing strangers on the sofa. On top of this there was this ‘Liam’ character, who I originally thought was a communal invisible friend who everyone else knew and failed to introduce to me, but then he turned up on our doorstep this afternoon demanding a shower from his sweaty trip from either Glasgow, Berlin or Galway. Hmmm very unclear. Together we have been allocated the job of stage managers, basically the brains of this whole operation.
On top of this I’ve already been roped into the usual Sundays child jobs; postering and flyering with Eva, begging any commercial outlet to ‘PLEASE let us put a poster up!’, painting umbrellas, wearing tshirts that will never be washed and always smell of somebody else’s sweat and carrying found mattresses (which also probably smell of someone else) for our ever expanding group, which I am constantly being reminded is character building stuff and ‘makes for great blog posts’, lo and behold.
I have been frozen out of rehersals in order to see a full tech and dress show this evening which I am apparently allowed to criticise within an inch of its life, maybe even veto the whole play and send the cast home. Could this be the end of Sunday’s Child’s very short life? However, from all the fake blood sodden clothes, quick one liners and private jokes I feel very excited about the whole thing. At least by seeing it I can be completely honest with future audiences that it is actually ‘soooooooooooooo gooood!’