So here we go again, right back where we came in or, rather, back to May last year, when I had this to say:Tonight's the night, then. The first night. When we find out if the thing works or not, if audiences are willing to join us on the journey, if it's going to generate laughs, or tears, or both. It's the not knowing that makes you feel anxious and insecure and walk around with everything crossed all day. This will be a long day. A day when thoughts of the subject matter, the late, great Clive Sullivan, constantly fly around my head. They let me write his story. Can you believe that?
Too early and too much other stuff on my mind to feel anxious. I just hope people turn out again for this longer run, this back by popular demand effort. Is there a popular demand? We'll have to wait and see. Last year was so special, it would be hard to fathom it happening again and feeling quite like that. Yet I sit here, wondering where those 12 months went, hoping and dreaming that it comes somewhere close. Have I really got anywhere? Fuck knows. But at least I tried.
3 comments:
Break a leg, mate.
Good luck with the new run Dave - hope it goes well
Thanks gents. Last night went well. And now, to the press night!!
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