Luxury apartmen

 That's Reuben's and my digs on the right, just eight minutes walks from the Bolton Octagon. The apartment came with a profusive rainforest shower, towels to lay on the floor, and carpeting so thick when I put my laptop on the bedside table, it sank. One of those fancy lamps that's just a big Menlo Park lightbulb came down with it, shattering immediately, all within an hour of my moving in. Here's the room after I moved my bed ninety degrees to the wall so I that could fully open the draws.

 

 I'd emailed Reuben beforehand to ask if he wanted the dandelion print or the Mercator projection, noticing that the latter room seemed to have no window, but it turned out Reuben was taking the hit, as my windowlessness made it a lot easier to get to sleep Friday and Saturday nights (see location of window above – London's not a twenty-four hour city, but Bolton is). Around a week into rehearsals, I received a parcel at the theatre from my parents. Having already broken the lamp I didn't want to damage the room further, so I never got round to pinning it up, but I really appreciated the view...

Notebookery: Acting Writing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I found these pages in my luggage when I got back to London. You're welcome, posterity! Click to embiggen. (Images of The Hound of the Baskervilles grabbed from the Octagon's video on demand.) 

Tiny Window Alert!

 

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   I've left barely enough time to even apologize for not alerting you sooner to the fact that it's now possible to watch Polly Lister, Reuben Johnson and my Watson chops in the Octagon's Hound of the Baskervilles ONLINE! 

 

 

 Only for today though, as the recording gets taken down tomorrow having been up for a week. But if you're anywhere near Bolton today you also have two chances to catch the show NOT online, in the actual theatre! But again, only for today, as this is our last night. A very tiny window then. Apologies.

 

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 I sort of assumed anyone reading this knew about the show anyway, but anyway, back to London on Sunday. And back on the blog I think, unwinding, and uploading backlogged Boltonia. Heart-felt, sweat-drenched thanks to everyone who's turned out to support us thus far, and to everyone of us who turned out to support me. Here's another glimpse of what I dropped myself into after sixteen months of nocturnal isolation. Sausages, what a team... 

  

 

"Funny. Impressive. Happy."