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This email from a friend while in TECH REHS,It made me laugh:

Okay, what's the dealio,

Monday, March 2 was your last entry. It's now Wednesday the 4th. Soon it will be Thursday. And not a new blog in sight. What gives? You busy?

C'mon, I'm on pins and needles. Will Dame Harper finally come out of her dressing room and, once more, unleash a torrent of venom upon her castmates. Will Chris Stanton finally come clean with his obvious hard of hearing. Andrew Gillies is Albanian (please, does anyone really buy that British thing) Fiona Highet only took your gig so she could meet me.

UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS has nothing on you guys.

eves x


Moving the play into the big room we will play in from the small room we were rehearsing in, is as usual fraught with danger, uh, challenges>in this director's mind it is akin to moving from jumping off the parachute training tower to jumping from the plane way up there.

Looking out to the abyss below I think "I hate what I've done to the play--what the hell was I thinking, jesus these poor actors, that's not what the set maquette looked like, how come the lights look so bright/dark".

As usual waking up this morning at 4AM I thought "I can cut the doors, the backdrop, the foley sndfx"etc etc.

I am about to restart the QtoQ and we are already in scene 4 (out of 16) with a mere five hours to go. The actors are remarkably good humoured and patient, I am characteristically demanding and assuming everyone is inside my head..so I am trying to give everyone lot's of "Attaboy's/girl's (my friend Paul Eves of above email once wisely said that all actors want occasionally is a couple of Attaboy's now and then).

I will try to post something of interest tomorrow regarding the play and the process and not something born out of fatigue and self loathing. Cheers.