"Well sometimes I go out by myself..."
Back in Starbucks, and everything is right with the world again. Almond lattes are the bestest.
This week has been pretty mad. I was ALL ALONE in the marketing dept. so I had to be all self-motivating and stuff. It seemed to work, as I seemed to get everything done...
Wed was the much-anticipated 'Potted-Potter-visit-Bury' shenanigans. There was much frolicking. Unfortunately, there was not much audience. Or press.
Hmmm.
But hey: I had a day out of the office hanging round with 2 pseudo-celebrities and a magic hoover so, y'know: I've had worse times. Here, have a photo:
That's right, we made the front page of the Bury Free Press anyway.
Kind of shows you how much actually goes on here in Bury...
My tasks for next week include harassing national news outlets to get coverage for our next gruesome and worthy in-house production Dick Turpin's Last Ride. 'Gruesome and worthy' is not a description our middle-class middle-age middle-England audience respond well to.
Um. Yeah. I think I'm just going to send out press releases COVERED IN GLITTER.
On Thursday I had my first chance to see the theatre as an actual theatre, seeing one of our am-drams do Into The Woods.
*Once again gets stupid theme tune stuck in her head*
It was an odd production. It has a great premise: Sondheim, fairytale mash-ups, wishes come true except slightly... not. Sounded awesome.
But the execution was kind of... meh. It looked very amateur: bamboo canes represented the titular woods; folded paper as birds; a girl standing on a table representing Rapunzel in her tower... It was a shame, 'cos the performances were really great. There was alot of talent up there-- mainly singing, but there were only a few who didn't pull it out of the bag when it came to acting. But altogether the show is so bizarre and surreal it really benefits from having a less traditional set. It needs a setting with some menace, some fantasy, to help the audience believe the nonsense unfolding on-stage. It needs to feel like another world, and this production was just too GCSE drama to manage it. It also didn't help the sound was a bit choppy. microphones are really no help for an amateur performers sometimes, and with Sondheim's lyrics being so fast-paced and ridiculous, I lost whole segments to the acoustics. It was a shame.
But it really showed off the talent of the cast. Laura Manley was brilliant as the conniving baker's wife, while Lewis Andrews as Mr Wolf was terrifying and revelled in making the audience uncomfortable.
The next show I have booked is, of course, Potted Potter, but it's the Globe's As You Like It I'm really looking forward to. And I get free tickets. yay :).
Anyone else watch Torchwood this week? Has John Barrowman been botxoting again? Oh, John.
I don't know why I continue to watch this show: it is such a train-wreck. But I guess I'm curious what RTD has been up to stateside. I loved Gwen and Rhys getting all lock n' load for random beach-walkers coming to their door. Eve Myles is a fabulous actress, lets be fair. But when did Torchwood get so serious? Ok, I do quite like the premise of 'miracle day': it's all very pondersome and gruesome and morale-questioning, like I expect from good sci-fi. But what happened to sex-aliens, and hands-in-jars and hanging about on roofs? And its really just not the same without Ianto is it?
It is torrential outside. Like, torrential. I feel I'm gonna be in here till closing. That's ok. I have Twitter and my 50p copy of Norwegian Wood. When I go home all I have is ironing.
xxx
This week has been pretty mad. I was ALL ALONE in the marketing dept. so I had to be all self-motivating and stuff. It seemed to work, as I seemed to get everything done...
Wed was the much-anticipated 'Potted-Potter-visit-Bury' shenanigans. There was much frolicking. Unfortunately, there was not much audience. Or press.
Hmmm.
But hey: I had a day out of the office hanging round with 2 pseudo-celebrities and a magic hoover so, y'know: I've had worse times. Here, have a photo:
That's right, we made the front page of the Bury Free Press anyway.
Kind of shows you how much actually goes on here in Bury...
My tasks for next week include harassing national news outlets to get coverage for our next gruesome and worthy in-house production Dick Turpin's Last Ride. 'Gruesome and worthy' is not a description our middle-class middle-age middle-England audience respond well to.
Um. Yeah. I think I'm just going to send out press releases COVERED IN GLITTER.
On Thursday I had my first chance to see the theatre as an actual theatre, seeing one of our am-drams do Into The Woods.
*Once again gets stupid theme tune stuck in her head*
It was an odd production. It has a great premise: Sondheim, fairytale mash-ups, wishes come true except slightly... not. Sounded awesome.
But the execution was kind of... meh. It looked very amateur: bamboo canes represented the titular woods; folded paper as birds; a girl standing on a table representing Rapunzel in her tower... It was a shame, 'cos the performances were really great. There was alot of talent up there-- mainly singing, but there were only a few who didn't pull it out of the bag when it came to acting. But altogether the show is so bizarre and surreal it really benefits from having a less traditional set. It needs a setting with some menace, some fantasy, to help the audience believe the nonsense unfolding on-stage. It needs to feel like another world, and this production was just too GCSE drama to manage it. It also didn't help the sound was a bit choppy. microphones are really no help for an amateur performers sometimes, and with Sondheim's lyrics being so fast-paced and ridiculous, I lost whole segments to the acoustics. It was a shame.
But it really showed off the talent of the cast. Laura Manley was brilliant as the conniving baker's wife, while Lewis Andrews as Mr Wolf was terrifying and revelled in making the audience uncomfortable.
The next show I have booked is, of course, Potted Potter, but it's the Globe's As You Like It I'm really looking forward to. And I get free tickets. yay :).
Anyone else watch Torchwood this week? Has John Barrowman been botxoting again? Oh, John.
I don't know why I continue to watch this show: it is such a train-wreck. But I guess I'm curious what RTD has been up to stateside. I loved Gwen and Rhys getting all lock n' load for random beach-walkers coming to their door. Eve Myles is a fabulous actress, lets be fair. But when did Torchwood get so serious? Ok, I do quite like the premise of 'miracle day': it's all very pondersome and gruesome and morale-questioning, like I expect from good sci-fi. But what happened to sex-aliens, and hands-in-jars and hanging about on roofs? And its really just not the same without Ianto is it?
It is torrential outside. Like, torrential. I feel I'm gonna be in here till closing. That's ok. I have Twitter and my 50p copy of Norwegian Wood. When I go home all I have is ironing.
xxx