I woke up this morning with the realisation that our new play, Fat Pig, starts rehearsing in a mere six days. Ahh! Time for some lines. Settled downstairs on the couch, my iPhone placed firmly across the room, I prepared to soak in some dialogue. It took me an hour to realise that I was not alone, and an additional ten minutes to persuade my flatmate that I hadn’t just been shouting at myself.
At midday, I pootled over to an audition with Lydia Parker, artistic director of Over Here Theatre Company, at Emmanuel Church in West Hampstead. The church is beautiful, and the Vicar is super cool about having thespians roaming his hallowed halls. It was great seeing Lydia, whom I have worked with several times before, and I got to help out with some of the readings (playing a dude! Yay). She
is directing a rehearsed reading of The Truth Quotient for New American Voices, at the Tristan Bates theatre on the 8th of October. Its a chilling but surprisingly funny play set in a not too distant future, where technology provides a solution for loneliness and disconnection.
On the way back I stopped at the fruit market on the corner of Finchley Road underground station and picked up these lovely specimens for a bangin’ £4.50. Fruit bought at these markets is cheap, and tends to be on the perfect side of juicy. In fact if you don’t eat them on the train ride home, you’ll have a whole lotta jam on your hands.
And then I made this Spelt bread. Because you know, lines to learn. I’v
discovered a foolproof way of baking bread which involves the following;
- Make some dough.
- Throw a covered cast iron casserole pot in the oven at 250 degrees for half an hour to get well hot.
- Throw the dough into the heated pot. Cover. Try your best not to get wazzocked by the lid.
- Bake in oven for twenty minutes. Uncover.
- Bake in oven fifteen minutes. Ta da! Rustic loaves with holes in.
It went really well with our spicy root and lentil casserole, which was uh-mazing.
Full day of line learning tomorrow and some possible photos back from Revival Retro which remains one of my favourite stores in London. If anyone can come up with ideas on memorising a script please let me know. I for one will be sleeping with the script under my pillow, and hoping the words float in.