So Austria is pretty much a death trap for anyone of my clumsiness. Those who know me will be well aware of how useless I am on my feet; I believe the term ‘Winnie the Pooh on LSD’ has cropped up once or twice before.
I love being in Austria, but the constant blanket of snow at the moment means lugging all the equipment every day can be a perilous affair, especially for someone of my… disposition. So much so the bruise currently developing on my bum is about the size of Brazil and still seems to be growing.
One thing I do enjoy is finishing work between 1pm and 3pm every day, which means I have loads of time to relax and see the sights - usually from the window of a pub. Touring parts of Austria that are off the beaten track and away from the tourist spots means that there is a lot of local beer to sample. Good times!
Sell a Door goes into direct competition with the RSC and the National Theatre next week. Our production of Twelfth Night at the Greenwich Playhouse will be very different, more intimate version of, arguably, one of Shakespeare’s more accessible comedies.
The cast of twelve (Coincidence? I think not) are a very talented bunch and it is one of those rare treats when you are able to get all these talents into one room, providing some outrageous comedy.
Although, I am sure nothing is as funny as the sight of me trying to sit down at the moment!
