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From: Kirsty
Sent: 29 February 2008 14:16
To: Adam; Al; Alexandre; Andrew; Celine; Chris; Ed; Elizabeth; Francois; James; Javed; Katrina; Nicole; Paulo; Ravleen; Ross; Sonia; Tim
Subject: Welcome
Hi Guys,
I just wanted to say how super excited I feel to be on this team!
You have all been amazingly receptive.
Big shout out to Adam for all his help.
I feel so loved I cry sometimes.
Thank you,
BTW, what is the difference between a cat and a monkey – I forgot!
I’ve been thinking of taking an acting class to get myself thinking about verbs again. To imagine dramatic action. Understand how we get all those dead bodies at the end of Hamlet. So I can hear characters whisper again in my ear. (Then again, maybe that was just the schizophrenia.)
The class I am thinking about is full on. Is for a year and would be every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evening. I don’t know if I have it in me. They require applicants to audition so I have been thinking what might I do if I get off my arse. Pulled Lanford Wilson’s Serenading Louie off the shelf because it isn’t overdone and the scene where Gabby confronts her husband is fiery.
There is a moment in the play that I remember Davey always talking about in classes that makes me ache inside.
MARY: Carl was thinner, firmer then. Hard as a wall. And really agile, for his weight, and eager. We made love after he studied till midnight. And then. . . sleeping so close and warm, we used to wake up just as it got light out.
CARL: Summertime; summer term.
MARY: . . .and go at it all over again. I’d fall back asleep, curled up against his chest with his sweaty-wet face at my ear murmuring, “Marry me, Mary, marry me, Mary, marry me. . .” I don’t actually think. . . that I loved him then. But I love him then now.
Finally saw Spamalot. Thought it was hysterical although the actor playing Arthur dialed it in slightly. Certain bits are I think work better in America like, “You won’t succeed on the West End (without a Jew)
Moment from that bit that made me laugh:
“You’re Jewish?”
“On my mother’s side.”
“Why didn’t you say?”
“It’s not the sort of thing you admit to a heavily armed Christian.”
Another funny moment after a gay wedding:
“Don’t worry. In a thousand years this will still be controversial.”
But my favorite bit is the French scene. Word for word the movie, but for some reason it is even funnier.
I think I have been in the UK too long. Either that or mocking the French is inherently amusing. . .
Sitting across from Stuart on the tube. Central line from St. Paul’s toward Holborn. He takes out his camera and points it at me. I try to arrange my face so that my eyes are not closed and my chin is angled in such a way that I only have one.
Stuart examined the photo. “You’re very photogenic in the dark.”
I blinked.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant you’re very photogenic in dim light.”
I blinked.
“That’s not what I meant! Don’t look at me like that. I meant on the tube and the light is bad but you look good in it. . .”