That’s pretty much been the pattern of my life for the last 6 weeks or so.
For that blessed period I have been able to call myself a working actor in a decent run of a good show on the fringe.
And like most jobbing actors, this period involves working the day job at the same time, where I must confess to working pretty much on auto-pilot whilst my body deals with burning the candle at both ends, and in the middle.
Rehearsal period busy but not too bad despite the boss’s irritation at my change in shift patterns. Then the run which mostly went thus:
Wash, Rinse, Repeat.
I have given up any hope of having a home and decided to live permanently on the Tube.
An old actor once said to me that most actors put the same amount of effort into a two hour performance as most people do into an eight hour day. So when you’re doing both, it pretty much renders you incapable of functioning as a human being.
But now that it’s all over, and I am exhausted, run down, badly-nourished and under-sexed, I already miss it.
Finally I can do laundry, catch up with long-neglected friends, clean stuff and do something about the spots that rose to the surface under the constant bombardment of stage make up. And tomorrow I get to go back to the day job, without the “distraction” of my actual career.
I’m whooping with joy. Blink and you’ll miss it.
Frothy Mocha x