In last year's production of Macbeth, I came on in Act II, as Macduff, and in order to demonstrate that Macduff was a proper straight, regular bloke, I decided in rehearsals that he'd just come back from a beery evening with Lennox and would take a leak up against the castle wall, showing just what a manly, manly man he really was (What's that you say? Overcompensation?).
Anyway, at the dress rehearsal, I was distracted by trying to remember the lines in order and on making my entrance, went to the back wall and mimed unzipping the old bags and whomping out the python (you see, I can "do" straight man vernacular). Except that my mind was elsewhere and I entirely forgot to mime, slightly to the surprise of the people standing in the wings. Luckily I came to myself before I actually followed through.
...and it's odd because I was much too nervous to get my dick out when I did Equus, ten years before, when it was actually called for. Method acting clearly comes unbidden.
I once did a naked sketch based on the old Levi's "Heard it through the Grapevine" advert. I'll say no more. It might just sneak into cabaret next pilg...
Yes, roiling around on a thin crust over a boiling planet, getting ready to hurl us into a gaseous cloud of our own making. But, now for something completely different.
Unbelievable but true - I saw a 14-yr-old girl walking down my road not talking into a mobile phone, or fiddling with the buttons, and appeared even not to have such a device about her person.
Today my thoughts have been mainly about a hairdresser giving the best haircut she'll ever give in her life to a man who will be decapitated the next day
long long ago in a distant tyme before god ever contemplated man earth was one vast stage without props nor music nor aspiring actors until one fateful night alongside a goat trail in the far himalayas a camel cricket farted and the audience busted out in a laughter that has not abated to this day
The writer of the human genome was the founder of the National Association of Dyslexics (D.N.A.)and also belonged to the Association of Certified Genetic Tricksters (A.C.T.G.)
I present a motion we turn a thoroughbred stud horse out to pasture with that mare on the moon, and raise us a nonpareil colt to enter in the Kentucky Derby, all those opposed say neigh!