On the stage
Too shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
Too shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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From the Rear
Whilst at Poly in the 1990s I was sat in a lecture feeling rather alone. The lecture hall was a huge Edwardian Theatre style venue with a large stage and red velvet curtain at one end.
The (slightly boring) lecturer piped up and started talking about Object Based Programming or some such crap and after 10 minutes and as I was falling into a coma, the curtains behind him opened......
... To reveal all my missing colleagues sat in a row diligently taking notes.
The Lecturer took a further 5 minutes to realise anything was amiss .. even with a hundred or so students all laughing.
The sad fact of it was that at 20, I found this highly amusing when I should have frowned, tutted and carried on listening to the Lecturer, such was my downfall.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:19, Reply)
Whilst at Poly in the 1990s I was sat in a lecture feeling rather alone. The lecture hall was a huge Edwardian Theatre style venue with a large stage and red velvet curtain at one end.
The (slightly boring) lecturer piped up and started talking about Object Based Programming or some such crap and after 10 minutes and as I was falling into a coma, the curtains behind him opened......
... To reveal all my missing colleagues sat in a row diligently taking notes.
The Lecturer took a further 5 minutes to realise anything was amiss .. even with a hundred or so students all laughing.
The sad fact of it was that at 20, I found this highly amusing when I should have frowned, tutted and carried on listening to the Lecturer, such was my downfall.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:19, Reply)
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