Everyone loves a good story. Last week, I saw two old friends for a drink and a catch up, and met two new people along with them. Less than 10 minutes in, we were swapping stories of nightmare flatmates we’d all had. Then we moved on to backstage horrors and production anecdotes. Story isn’t dead, … Continue reading Tell Them Stories
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Writing. Huh. What is it good for.
It’s November. It’s Sunday morning and I’m in bed listening to the church bells, contemplating putting gloves on because really my flat is bloody cold and re-reading Shaun Tan when I should be writing. Though actually I am writing. Strike that. Reverse it. (Then get a copy of The Arrival, because it’s gorgeous and glorious … Continue reading Writing. Huh. What is it good for.
Trust
There’s a thing that happens on stage. In rooms. Not always. Not necessarily even often. But when it does; a performer trusts us, as an audience, with something of themselves. Sometimes it’s their body; the sight of it unhidden, unprotected, perhaps uncontextualised. They allow our eyes to crawl on their skin, to skitter across it … Continue reading Trust