07 September, 2011

Fake Blood and a Bucket

The last several days have been a flurry of activity leading up to the opening of R's play. I'm R's assistant behind the scenes; she is disabled so needs help with costume changes, makeup, various entrances and exits and prop changes...Her character is also the lucky winner of a climactic stabbing near the play's end, so I am now more familiar with fake blood than I ever expected or wished to be! At several points this week I've sat back and thought about the fact that just several weeks ago I was working for the US government...and now I'm a volunteer stagehand for a play in London's West End, applying punk rock eye makeup and mopping up fake blood. I've decided to put off figuring out how I will bring any sense at all to my resume'...

I did have my first "celebrity"sighting on Monday!  Blitzing into the theatre with my hands full of bags and phones and lunch, I nearly collided with the adorable Clive Swift, known to American public television viewers (I know, geek alert) as Richard Bucket, the long-suffering husband of Hyacinth "Bouquet"!


In true Ginny fashion, I sort of gawked like an awestruck fish until he had passed, at which point I turned to the cheery Scottish barista named Angus and said, "Was that -- Was that ---- "  Yes, Ginny, yes, that was.

I saw Clive (we're on a first name basis now, obvi) there again yesterday, and once again was too startled to say anything.  R's play runs for a month, though, so I have plenty of time to come up with the perfect witty, charming, not-too-flattering-but-still-genuinely-complimentary thing to say...

1 comment:

carrie said...

this makes me smile. I'm glad you are having such diverse and exciting adventures. I love you a lot, gin!