I have opened in the play - The Killing of Sister George at the London Arts Theatre.
I look rather alarmed in the picture below as my hand goes on breast of excellent actress Liz Cadwallader...this is because I am rather alarmed.
The play is retro 60s and all rather good - I play a cameo (as oppose to cami although I do get to wear one).
On opening night a red carpet was placed in the foyer for people to step on as they entered (it was removed for leaving).
Jane Horrocks will attend one night, but as I have a phobia about knowing when people come in - I had to ask my friend to text her back pretending my friend was me - saying that would be marvellous and can't wait to see her - but in fact I don't know when I will be delighted.
Most performers have to have drink after a performance - but most performers might not have to have quite as much to drink as I do - forced myself to go straight home on Saturday - and then buzzed about in bed with a peppermint tea...
Brought matches to put in the shared dressing room loo for digestive times (good tip when staying with people you don't know very well - a lit match gets rid of the odour caused by a rich home made beef bourguignon for instance and other try-hard dinner party food).
I also send my dressing room mate Belinda Lang out for such times. She is not only a brilliant actress - but most accommodating about my need for a private moment. The matches were a birthday present - a big box which says 'keep calm'. (Fat chance.)
I will not read any reviews in case there is meanness about me as there often is and I am a scaredy.
Hoping to get the guy who runs The Ivy to come so I can get to hang out there - last time I went there I forgot the name of the person who I was meeting and had to stay in reception area like a naughty person /asylum seeker until said person identified themselves - NO MORE! I am playing a cameo darling - I must be welcomed in all venues. Possibly.
So off to tonight's performance - must line my stomach with greaseproof paper.
Coming?