by Owen Oakeshott | Oct 2, 2015 | Blog
The hour approacheth when the traps are opened to release our three hounds of hell into the world, and the actors’ thoughts turn to the most important and pressing aspect of an official opening: what gifts to buy for one’s colleagues’ first night. At...
by Owen Oakeshott | Sep 30, 2015 | Blog
Tea-break during never-ending technical rehearsal, urinals in the Gents, Rose Theatre, Kingston: Robbie Sheehan, Karé Conradi & I stare blankly into the middle distance, emptying our bladders, yawning, minds a tired void, indulging an occasional fart. Suddenly...
by Owen Oakeshott | Sep 13, 2015 | Blog
So, goodbye, Alford House Youth Club, Vauxhall. It’s been emotional. (Yes, this is where we’ve been rehearsing for the last eight weeks but we’ve had to keep this a secret lest we be besieged by ravening members of Robbie Sheehan’s fan base.)...
by Owen Oakeshott | Sep 1, 2015 | Blog
What follows is a dramatisation (very) loosely based on real events during rehearsals by members of the Wars of the Roses company for the play, Edward IV, on Friday afternoon, 21st August, 2015. King Henry & court have removed themselves north following an...
by Owen Oakeshott | Aug 28, 2015 | Blog
So, the Wars of the Roses: an interminable generational feud that leads to the collapse of government, the slaughter of innocents, bloodthirsty warlords, foreign intervention, an extremist insurrection and mass beheadings. I blame Tony Blair. How the hell did we get...