by Owen Oakeshott | Jul 2, 2017 | Blog
December, 1975, Dunmore Infants School, Abingdon, and Simon and I are performing in the school nativity play. Simon is the front-end of a camel, I am the back, and we’re both starting to drip with sweat under a heavy sheet and a bank of lights. Led by three very...
by Owen Oakeshott | Dec 13, 2015 | Blog
Lurching from feast to famine like a drunk on an ocean-liner, actors are the walking, talking expression of the 21st century binge economy. During a spell of gainful employment, it’s Krug through a straw, wads of notes down the cleavage and devil take the...
by Owen Oakeshott | Nov 5, 2015 | Blog
And suddenly it’s all over: the highs, the lows, the terrible diet. Following our grinding theatrical war of attrition, rounded off by the Battle of Bosworth and a night in the pub, the actors woke up on Monday morning to the prospect of their very own personal...
by Owen Oakeshott | Oct 29, 2015 | Blog
So, joy of joys, the venerable John Barton came to see Edward IV on Saturday afternoon. We first got wind of this when Cordelia, Trevor’s aide-de-camp, sent us all an email the day before, informing us of his impending visit. As far as advance warnings from...
by Owen Oakeshott | Oct 23, 2015 | Blog
You’re seeing the show tonight: Henry VI, the first one in the trilogy. And I think you’re gonna need a little encouragement and support. Me & you go all the way back to the 1980s, when we were callow, spotty youths with ceaseless erections &...