how we roll...

we went to Cambridge...and rolled down hills

it was fun!

inadequecy anxiety...!!

I am having my first full cast meeting and read through for TT this afternoon, in half an hour to be exact (get of the computer Katie. Iknow, I know!) and am having some last minute nerves...
What if they lose faith in me from the outset? What if they think I don't know what I'm talking about...I do find it quite hard to put into words that people understand what is happening in my head... What if, what if?!
I think I feel pressure as one of my leads is like...THE summer Shakespeare, you know? Like he has been doing it so long and always (sound like he) knows what he's talking about and is so calm and collected and yes, OK, I have an intellectual crush - don't worry, we all know about it and countless other women do too.
I have everything I want to say in my head, let's just hope it comes out in normal people speak!

Anyway, smallest babe is asleep, biggest is pottering in the garden with J, biscuits are baked and iced tea is in the fridge. Wish me luck?

and so it begins....

This year, well technically next year, but...this year I am directing the Slip of the Tongue Shakespeare at the Hamilton Gardens Arts Festival.We're doing The Tempest, 'cos it's one of my favourites and that's as good a reason as any, right?

It's going to have a broken down old circusy (it's a word spellcheck, leave me alone!) kind of feel...strings of lights...yellowed lace...red tail coat and the like, crossed with a steampunk thing going on for the shipwrecked ones. Well, that's the idea anyway.

I have already had my first fail. My Oxford Shakespeare was too fat for the copy machine so I had to be rescued by a man who, by the end of this process, is going to be more than deserving of a nice bottle of thank you whiskey from me.

This weekend is the first read through... it begins...