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.
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( , 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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I was married by Johnny Ball.
Yep, the number man and father of the duck faced big eared Zoe, put me through the shame of dragging me up on stage at one of his shows. If that wasn't bad enough he dressed me and an older girl up as atoms. And then married us to show how some chemical reaction or other ocurred. Whilst it was great being married to an older women I was only 11 and got the crap ripped out of me for the rest of the year.
Think of a number my arse!
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:24, Reply)
Yep, the number man and father of the duck faced big eared Zoe, put me through the shame of dragging me up on stage at one of his shows. If that wasn't bad enough he dressed me and an older girl up as atoms. And then married us to show how some chemical reaction or other ocurred. Whilst it was great being married to an older women I was only 11 and got the crap ripped out of me for the rest of the year.
Think of a number my arse!
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:24, Reply)
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