From Great Auks to linedancing (of course)

Perched

Perched

Where else do you need to be?
Where else do you need to be?
Dylan and Aidan at Slains
Dylan and Aidan at Slains

A Last Belch for the Great Auk was so good to do. I loved it - we got really good audiences, and really good press coverage both previews and reviews (thanks guys, I knew there was a reason for my day job!) See the press page or just press this.

I hope I’ve not belched my last heartfelt anguished belch for the Great Auk and that we can get some funding and some future dates. Thanks to Sarah Dodd and Alexa Brown for being brilliant to work with.

Just before the run started I got a chesty cough that made me sound like David Halliwell, the author of Belch. Useful in a way, but a pain in the arse too. His asthmatic wheezing laugh was evident during the last few rehearsals. As Art Moore (Canadian playwright and poet and a fellow friend of David’s) said, “I know that if you remain tainted by the black lung you will rage properly through the scratching vocal torture with citrus and whisky.” He was right.

So, what now…?

Well, there was nothing lined up, but today I was offered a part in Joe Graham’s new play A Fistful of Mondays, which is on at the Old Fire Station in Oxford in July. His play Dancing to the Sound of Crunching Snails won several awards and what’s more, I loved it.

It all depends on whether or not I’m in Shanghai during the rehearsals. Yes, I know. There’s a press trip to Shanghai and although I’ve been otherwise engaged every time Jeremy has put another tantalising travel treat before my eyes, I’ve put my name in the hat for this one. Well, you would.

So it’s either five-star in Shanghai or five star reviews at the Old Fire Station.
Apart from that, there are seven or eight productions (plays and films) brewing away. Too early to say, but they’re exciting.

After Auk, I went up to Scotland to see my folks for a few days. I took the boys, and we had the best time on Aberdeen Beach, the Inversnecky Cafe and then at Slains Castle and Old Slains Castle, clambering about in the ruins high above the North Sea. The weather was brilliant and Dylan and Aidan just got it. Connected. Timeless and always.
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