first of the summer wine
I'm sitting out in the back garden with an amount of sunshine on my face which is definitely warm. Blackberries are good for moments like this, maybe I can spend all summer at home ;-)
Sunshine.. This is a very pleasant thing, perhaps common in other climes in late March, but not around here. Wet and grey snow is still apt to call this time of the year. I just have left the pasta to boil, purloined some of the White wine I was cooking with and snuck up to the garden to spend a few minutes looking at the daffodils and the big bumble bee mooching about around my feet where I sit on the much repaired old park bench my grandad nicked from his days as a municipal park keeper. Garden blogging, very nice. The sun just ducked behind the chimney pots of nearish neighbours, boo -- the slight breeze certainly feels early spring not lazy summer now. And the traffic from the Manchester road sounds like traffic again, not the White noise of a beach within walkable distance.
So, a couple more minutes to reflect on a relaxing weekend and a rewarding one in helping my friend Richard refine his (very good) new play more Mikron Theatre Co. They asked me to be on the council of management recently, not sure what I need to do yet but have always enjoyed the ethos of theatre for all. If I can ensure that plays like Richard's continue to have the funding to be shown nationwide then I'll be happy.
Richards play is excellent - I don't see how it can be refined but the purpose of gilly, mark fuggle, vashti and I reading through as a half dozen or so characters each, yesterday morning, was for Richard to go from final final draft to rehearsable piece. It was a privilege to be asked to help him out, a well written compelling play thats 'educational' and entertaining to boot is difficult ( I imagine) and he's a real professional as well as decent blokey. My Swedish accent lent a bit welsh-wards though and I don't think Brunel was a cornishman , oh well, my take on him had him as a pasty chomping cider swigging cliche. Sorry Richard. Go see the real thing where a proper actor will rescue the character.
Mrs is ready to nip to neighbours for a glass of wine. Cool. getting chilly out here anyway.
I'm sitting out in the back garden with an amount of sunshine on my face which is definitely warm. Blackberries are good for moments like this, maybe I can spend all summer at home ;-)
Sunshine.. This is a very pleasant thing, perhaps common in other climes in late March, but not around here. Wet and grey snow is still apt to call this time of the year. I just have left the pasta to boil, purloined some of the White wine I was cooking with and snuck up to the garden to spend a few minutes looking at the daffodils and the big bumble bee mooching about around my feet where I sit on the much repaired old park bench my grandad nicked from his days as a municipal park keeper. Garden blogging, very nice. The sun just ducked behind the chimney pots of nearish neighbours, boo -- the slight breeze certainly feels early spring not lazy summer now. And the traffic from the Manchester road sounds like traffic again, not the White noise of a beach within walkable distance.
So, a couple more minutes to reflect on a relaxing weekend and a rewarding one in helping my friend Richard refine his (very good) new play more Mikron Theatre Co. They asked me to be on the council of management recently, not sure what I need to do yet but have always enjoyed the ethos of theatre for all. If I can ensure that plays like Richard's continue to have the funding to be shown nationwide then I'll be happy.
Richards play is excellent - I don't see how it can be refined but the purpose of gilly, mark fuggle, vashti and I reading through as a half dozen or so characters each, yesterday morning, was for Richard to go from final final draft to rehearsable piece. It was a privilege to be asked to help him out, a well written compelling play thats 'educational' and entertaining to boot is difficult ( I imagine) and he's a real professional as well as decent blokey. My Swedish accent lent a bit welsh-wards though and I don't think Brunel was a cornishman , oh well, my take on him had him as a pasty chomping cider swigging cliche. Sorry Richard. Go see the real thing where a proper actor will rescue the character.
Mrs is ready to nip to neighbours for a glass of wine. Cool. getting chilly out here anyway.
