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 &...
by Owen Oakeshott | Oct 17, 2015 | Blog
What follows is a running account of our big opening a couple of weeks ago. Apologies for the delay. There’s been a hangover to deal with. 7am: Engrossing dream, featuring five enormous pieces of cheese, one sink-plunger & Trevor Nunn in a leotard. Dream...
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...