Theatre, Theatre, Theatre

On Friday I left work a bit early to get on the train down to London to watch the first night of the Wishbone show, Your Hand In Mine on which Katie had collaborated. It had come a long way since the first performance in Reading. Instead of the performers wandering amongst the audience as before, we were treated to a more conventional us-and-them stage at the front (Katie’s Dad was relieved). Paul Murray and Karen Glossop gave their usual edgy, energetic and entertaining performances and their two mildly disturbed stories wove together satisfyingly towards a sweet but slightly Sunset Beach ending (I’m told adjustments have since been made). It’s still running, so get down to that Lyric theatre in Hammersmith.

Masquing the Red Death

We had to get back on Friday night because at 9am on Saturday we had to arrive at mac for The Masque Of The Red Death technical rehearsal. This time no sparks rained from the light fittings, and the two performances on Saturday and Sunday nights had no technical errors (as promised!) Philip Holyman’s script adapted the Edgar Allan Poe short story as a monologue, and Gareth Nicholls brought it to life with a sometimes funny and sometimes frightening performance. Katie pointed out that one gets a rather different perspective from the box, so instead of enjoying the performance I ended up spotting deviations from the script while waiting for the next button press, like a geeky train set conductor.