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.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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Pantomime CatDuring last year's local pantomime the script called for one of our stars, dressed as a large ginger cat with beatnik tendencies, to perform a hideous interpretive dance while watched by me (the wicked witch) and my evil sidekick (a 6'2" bearded engineer in a picture hat, large boots, a very nice frock and huge false tits.) On the final night the said Cat, about to start his dance, said "Wait a minute, hold this for me will you?" (which wasn't in the script) and placed a fresh human tooth in my hand (also not in the script) before calmly commencing his dance. Meanwhile various members of the rather staid and elderly local choral society, oblivious to these proceedings, lurked behind the backdrop happily performing a selection from Carmina Burana on kazoos.
When we finally got off stage, some time later, the Cat told me he had lost the tooth while chewing a rubber rat.This must have looked good on his insurance claim.
(, Wed 7 Dec 2005, 4:47, Reply)
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