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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oh yeah!
Yesterday night I was in the Library pub, Hyde Park, Leeds. Those of you familiar will know that this pub opens 'til 2am on a Thursday night and sells pints of lovely Grolsche at £1.50.
Obviously I was quite drunk by midnight.
And some friends and I were dancing on the stage on the top floor. You know, the sort of thing where we all put our arms round each other and kick our legs in the air- kankan style- to the proclaimers or some other 'classic'
We did this in a circle.
I kicked my mate Sean right in the bollocks. I think he cried.
Apologies for length, as his is now considerably smaller. Though the girth is probably good due to swelling!
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 23:27, Reply)
Yesterday night I was in the Library pub, Hyde Park, Leeds. Those of you familiar will know that this pub opens 'til 2am on a Thursday night and sells pints of lovely Grolsche at £1.50.
Obviously I was quite drunk by midnight.
And some friends and I were dancing on the stage on the top floor. You know, the sort of thing where we all put our arms round each other and kick our legs in the air- kankan style- to the proclaimers or some other 'classic'
We did this in a circle.
I kicked my mate Sean right in the bollocks. I think he cried.
Apologies for length, as his is now considerably smaller. Though the girth is probably good due to swelling!
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 23:27, Reply)
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