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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He's Behind You!Back at uni I did a module working in a TV studio under a rather nazi director by the name of Jay McCulloch. After constant abuse and public humiliations at his hands (god forbid someone learning would make a mistake) I decided on a little petty revenge.
This was the reason why, half way through the final run-through before broadcast, everyone's headsets and earpieces crackled into life. Sitting in the gallery I put on my best 'shop-assistant-over-the-tannoy' voice and spoke thusly: "Jay McCulloch's pants to laundry. Jay McCulloch's pants to laundry please." Everyone on set suddenly creased up and I, putting my hands behind my head, leaned back and basked in the glow of my small victory. Sadly on leaning back I bumped into someone. Sure enough, on turning round, it was Jay who had slipped quietly back into the gallery unnoticed and was now glowering at me in a 'you've just failed this module' kind of a way.
Shit.
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Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Sun 4 Dec 2005, 11:57,
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