And by golly my sanity is dragging itself towards it. I feel a little like a small vole like creature, constantly wanting to burrow deeper underground to find shelter and comfort. After 4 weeks underground I’ve been told my body will naturally acclimatise to the lower oxygen levels, dusty air and absence of natural light. Wonderful. And so as of next week it’s riverside runs and lunch al fresco to remind my body that normal people enjoy above average oxygen levels and a hefty dose of sunshine.
It’s been a huge pleasure to work with NYT’s wonderful membership for another summer and they never fail to impress and excite me, reassuring me how important it is to strive for continued opportunities for young people within the theatre industry. You can read countless books and write lengthy essays (and you should) but there is nothing to rival the experiences learnt by simply doing it; working with professional theatre makers who treat you like a professional company with the desire to make top quality work
I don’t dispute that this is often a bumpy process. It invariably sorts those true theatre types from Harry Hobby et al but even then, there is much to learn about teamwork, organisation, self confidence, choices etc… The list is endless.