On the stageToo 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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chthonic, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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Superman, Oh the shameA few months after Christopher Reeve died; I was out having a drink with my sister, brother-in-law and two nephews. We were sat outside chewing the fat and cracking jokes about the people sat at other tables around us (they all looked like in-breds etc.)
Suddenly the door opens and an old boy is wheeled out in a wheelchair with breathing tubes and the whole nine yards. It’s at this point I open my mouth and say “oh now look, its Christopher fucking Reeve” in the loudest “Homer-whisper” you have ever heard.
My Sister and brother-in-law went white, my two nephews tried unsuccessfully to stop themselves from screaming laughing and everyone at the table where “Superman” was being wheeled turned and stared open mouthed.
And you know what the worst “shame” is? I’m late for last weeks QOTW.
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Snollock Biffer I don't really sniff Bollocks, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 18:28,
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