03/07/07
Burning Trains and Dancing in the Streets -
Categories: Last night was the first rehearsal after the Edinburgh preview that went so horribly wrong that I wrote about yesterday. It was bad because we had no energy, screwed lines up and generally did everything wrong. To put it into perspective, my friend told us that 'it wasn’t that bad at all, infact you've reached a level where even your worst is better than other people's stuff.' This is the friend who will willingly waste £2 on texting me multiple times that I am a 'gaylord', and so those compliments mean it must’ve sucked so bad he couldn’t even joke about it. We had a preview a few weeks ago, where out of the 18 audience members everyone enjoyed it except two people who were very vocal about how bad it was. Despite this, that gig was ruined by them and not us so last week was the true stinker.
So there was a lot to work out yesterday and we knew that we'd gotten off to a good start when the tube we caught to Lauren's flat went up in flames at Canary Wharf and we had to bail out and trek back. I love how passive and grumpy everyone gets at situations like that. After all the terror alerts and other fear-inducing wank, most Londoners still refuse to give a toss (by the way did anyone else think it was strange that they said they had found 'petrol and gas cylinders' in the failed bomb cars last weekend? Surely those are two key components of every working car and thus they should all be taken off the road as possible terror threats!).
It reminded me of a few months after 7/7 when I was in Kings Cross and an announcement came on asking people to evacuate the station. Several Americans started freaking out and racing for the escalators. Meanwhile, all the Brits were just scowling and blaming on the shitty tube systems. No fear, just sheer distaste.
To cut a short story long, we got rid of our usual 'waste an hour of our rehearsal on inane banter' banter out of the way on the trek there and so had a truly productive night. If only we had encountered more mind focussing danger situations and we'd be all ready by now. My main worry now is whether to leave out some gags about incestuous rape for when my Nan sees our matinee preview on Saturday. Choices, choices.
Am now typing all after returning from recording some sound effects for some adverty thing I cant talk about, but it’s for a company that don’t kill babies or anything so its ok. To be honest, the pay cheque renders most political concerns invalid, but I'm definitely ok with these people. However, along with two others lovely actor blokes, I've had to spend 2 hours singing the same karaoke song 'well, but badly' and I feel if I ever hear it again there might be violence. Lucky for me then that I'll be up at 5am tomorrow to trek out of London for further filming. I have realised that its possible to still be miserable even if you’re doing something essentially fun. Once again, the British attitude shines.
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