FROM THE WRITER
I watched a run through of don’t bring lulu the other day, which was, a lot of things. I’d just recovered from a fever from an unknown source and possibly still smelt a bit like death and definitely still had a wild look about me going on. Well, I think I still do. (What big eyes you have, said the wolf or little red, depending on how you tell the story.) And it was rough, sure, but it’s in pretty amazing shape. I’m used to starting first rehearsals at this time, so to see them conquer a full run through in any shape is remarkable to me. And they’re good. They’re really good. These actors are interesting people and it shows. They’re all special and different and take me somewhere- somewhere in to their world so I laugh at a point I didn’t know was funny, or lean forward to the very edge of my seat so I don’t miss a quiet moment. Watching it also made me realise, I guess I am an angry person. Which is a scary thing to watch. I don’t quite know what that means. It might be connected to wild eyes or it might be about the wolves I’ve met along the way.