It's not that I like to blow my own trumpet. Oh, can the false modesty, I am as pleased as I can be to say that some stuff I wrote recently is going to be performed ON STAGE by PROFESSIONALS. I, and a whole bunch of other local writers, have provided monologues to come out of the mouths of actors. Said monologues have all been lovingly stitched together by the talented production/direction people at Finding the Plot Productions to create an entertainment called "For Better or For Worse", being presented for one night only at the Compass Theatre in Ruislip.
I shall be out this weekend shopping for a broad-brimmed hat, a Llaurence Llewwelllynnn Bowen floppy shirt, a velvet smoking jacket, and a malacca cane, so that I can attend the performance looking just like Oscar Wilde. Without the Reading Gaol-issue jimmy-jams and ball-and-chain,
naturellement.
Tickets are selling like crucifixes at a vampire hunters' convention. Mostly to me, I suspect.
http://www.compasstheatre.co.uk/index.php?article=events&show=details&sid=508&eid=212
I shall be out this weekend shopping for a broad-brimmed hat, a Llaurence Llewwelllynnn Bowen floppy shirt, a velvet smoking jacket, and a malacca cane, so that I can attend the performance looking just like Oscar Wilde. Without the Reading Gaol-issue jimmy-jams and ball-and-chain, naturellement.
2 comments:
That's great news. Nice to have some success. I hope you're going to post the pictures of you in this fabulous get-up you describe.
Baby Girl, The Boy, and their respective other halves have decided to accompany the GLW and I to the theatre. This, I fear, spells the end of my Victorian Dandy ambitions. Fearful old fuddy-duddies, my offspring.
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