The Chronicles of Goldberg and McCann… Chicken? Egg? Egg!
Right. Tickets are officially on sale.
Would be appreciated if you could buy in advance; that way we might get a matinee.
ERK WE’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT. =D
Also, last night I saw The Chronicles of Hoggett and Webb, and it was freaking awesome.
I have actually never laughed so hard. Political satire in a nicely non-political way, with general, gentle stabs at the system of bureaucracy thrown into a piece that had us rolling in the aisles. Right at the beginning, I said to myself ‘Oh, I bet Hoggett’s gay.” However, I always think people are gay, so I put it to one side. What happened at the end? “I LOVE YOU, MR WEBB!” I win.
We had a laugh going for chips beforehand and helping put out the chairs in their soundcheck (“Touch me, hold me, stroke me, Mr Webb! It feels like a lunch day!”), but the actual play itself was awesome. It really was. Can’t wait to write essays on it.
However, my huge review I was writing yesterday is now irrelevant, because after rehearsal tonight this happened:
“Right. Either you’ve all gone away and learnt to act, or that was sheer fluke. Either way, that was fucking superb.”
“Uh…?”
“Absolutely superb. All of you.”
“… Dom?”
“Yes?”
“Was I.. was I firm enough?”
“You were firm enough.”
I AM FIRM ENOUGH, GUYS! I CAN DO IT! I CAN DO IT! I! CAN! DO IT!
YIPPPOOOOOOO!
Abs x
P.S. Happy Goldberg Day.
