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I first came across McNair Wilson’s blog a few years ago, one dark and stormy night…
I drove home after a day of truly dismal rehearsals, gloomy because the director was down with the flu, and the company showed little inclination to mind the assistant director – that being my little, raw, inexperienced self. As a result, things weren’t going terribly well. Add that the seamstress was late with the costumes, and the one electrician a pain in the neck, and you’ll see why I was gloomy about the impending disaster… Continue reading
It turns up in a book I hadn’t opened in some time. It slips out from between two pages, and flutters its way to the carpet before I can catch it.
Ah, Master William Shakespeare, who died four hundred years ago, as of today… The man who went about promising immortality – or at least eternal fame – to fair youths, through his poetry… Although, as it turned out, it meant that the poetry, and not the youth’s name, would be read by eyes not yet created and rehearsed by tongues to be. Our own, for instance, four centuries later.
I love toy theatres and I love Shakespeare… Toy theatre productions of Shakespeare, being a combination of two of my favourite things, make me ludicrously happy.
I have this friend who got her degree and now works in another town and, while there, got herself embroiled with the local Palio. Now, you see, in Italy a palio is a kind of historical-themed competition among the neighbourhoods of a town. They have jousts, archery contests, horse races, flag-throwing, period dancing and so on, usually in beautiful costumes. Old Italian towns being what they are, the rivalry can be quite fierce… 
Ha, the mystery is solved.
The flu.
Right, I am aware that resolutions are a thing for New Year’s day. One doesn’t do Easter resolutions, right? Or post-Easter resolutions, or April resolutions?
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