I had a lovely chat to the friends of the Theatre Royal this morning which was basically just me telling theatrical anecdotes and talking about my dad and telling them how I became an actor. They had to drag me away after an hour. I was loving it.
I told them my final Anthony Quayle story. I haven't shared it on my blog yet but it's the story of why Claude Rains, the actor in Casablanca who plays the Police Inspector, didn't do a French accent in the film. That sounds intriguing, doesn't it? But I'm not going to tell you now. It's far too late and I must get to my bed. I'm off for a day out at the seaside tomorrow with Sam and Chris and I will need to build up an appetite for a large haddock and chips.
So, before I leave you for slumberland (is that some bed department store? I'm not going there at half past 12 at night!) I will give a report on the shows. We had two today.
I have discovered a button. For those of you not familiar with comedy talk, a button is something that finishes off a comedy routine and encourages the audience to laugh and applaud. Anyway, I have found a button for the end of my scene. Consequently both performances got a round of applause at the end today. I have to admit that what I do is quite shameless but then those of you have been following this gunk will know that I am without shame. I can't really describe what it is but it involves screwing up a piece of paper and chucking it over my shoulder. Clearly this is not Shakespeare.
I promise that when I have more time I will tell you the Claude Rains story. But not now. Sleep, perchance to dream. And almost certainly, snore.
Night night xxx
|The New Castle in Newcastle - hey, let's build a railway right next to it! Why not?|
|Walk along the Quay between shows provided this lovely view. Lovely Newcastle.|