When I asked myself…do I want to commit to a production of Calendar Girls for a period of
weeks, attend rehearsals in the back and beyond, learn another role for six
performances…?
I answered…absolutely.
To be told that you have joined the company as one of four male
roles…one can only feel a tremendous sense of pride. After all, to me it was
only a ‘filler’ of some sort’s before I made my way back to the misty murky
depths of Aberystwyth for my second year at University. I wish my arrogant
young self knew back then that this would be a production to place front and
centre of the trophy cabinet.
But there is one other reason why this calendar guy said yes. Not only
for the formidable reputation presented by BLT in every production that they do
(and I.E.D by Vic Mills for the Gwent
One Act Play Festival last year was one tough challenge to say in the least!) or
for the hilarious comedic genius that is Tim Firth…but for the time spent
working with these lovely ladies.
And boy they are a gas!
In theatre rehearsals can become tedious, repetitive…dull; but with witty quips a
plenty and buns to boot, every rehearsal brings a fresh approach to the table. With
the skilful direction and co-ordination of the wonderful Peta Maidman, one can’t
help but think ‘what the hell have we got
into?’ with a slightly silly grin on the face and a chuckle in the stomach.
Who wouldn’t laugh at the sight of dear Ros entering clothed head-to
foot in a rabbit costume, her character humiliated, only to the response of Yve
uttering ‘…I wouldn’t worry about that,
love. You have to get your tits out on stage whatever happens…’
It’s been…what’s the
word? Oh yes…a privilege
Chris (Liam)
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