Wednesday, 11 February 2015

It's Curtains for you, Chap!

Sewing curtains is not the most exciting job in the world. In fact, I'm listing it among my least exciting and enjoyable activities. It must be done, of course, and I've been mildly aware of this from very early on; during the tour I have therefore been taking extreme care with the show's most unnoticed set pieces. However I cannot prevent natural wear and tear, so we have all been threading needles and stitching these masses of fabric with all the elegant grace of a cat with its head stuck in a bag. (I speak for my personal sewing skills here, not those of the team as a whole.)

Of course, we are sewing because soon the curtains will soon be shielding an entirely new cast from the prying eyes of eager spectators, and covering covert scenery transformations for a different show (most likely Oliver) as Peter Pan is nearing his final voyage to Neverland. I can't say I wish I had longer, honestly I'm ready to go home now, but I've had the most wonderful time here and am looking forward to touring again in the future. So, up and over boys! Time for the final push.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Who's Idea Was Cocktails..?

Today : birthday of the Scotty one.. nickname Cuddles, actual name Jillian. I made cocktails, which were delicious, and am now too drunk for anything requiring more than minimal brain function. Alas, no grand blog this night.

Ciao.

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

The Last Man Standing

I am now officially the only male member of what was formally Team Tomato (now Team Peter Cover), Joe having been replaced by Faye on Monday and now Molly (who you may remember previously covered for Joe some months back) for the remainder of our tour.

This is rather delightful on my part. Obviously I did love Joe, bloody top chap that he was, and I miss Grace dearly. Now, however, I carry the mantra of being Man of the Team, a rather amusing title as anyone who's ever met me will appreciate. The ironic fact of the matter is I get along exceedingly well with groups of girls, and I've found that my ability to give half decent back and shoulder massages becomes a useful currency when my costume needs sewing. Current exchange rates are rather flexible, as honestly I'll give someone a massage for making me a cup of tea, but it's already helped repair two pieces of my costume. Maybe I've made the wrong career choice after all.