Yes, so it's yet another fake post, but I got home last night from a 14-hour-long tech rehearsal for Terry Pratchett's 'Maskerade', during which I nearly had my soul harvested by a giant scythe-wielding skeletal rat, was almost decapitated by a chandelier intent on murdering unsuspecting audience members, and was scared out of my wits by an overly keen genius first-year medic who knows more about neurology (which is a second-year subject) than I do. (Damn that medic hothouse!--Editor)
Updates during this week will be slow, due to the play, for which I'm going to have to miss a couple of supervisions (adding to the already impressive number of pissed-off supervisors against me) and tonnes of lectures (for which I will undoubtedly pay in many torturous yet hilarious ways. Sniff).
The play is taking shape very well, though. Yesterday's tech rehearsal went well, despite the occasional near-death experience. I managed to surreptitiously snap a couple of sneak preview pictures to ignite the appetite before the play goes live tomorrow:
Ours finally goes up, reaching its perch above the audience,
from where it gleefully contemplates their doom.
cast members during the rehearsal
'Maskerade' is shaping up to be a barrel of laughs that will change your perspective on life, Death (yes, with a capital D), and the world (because, of course, the world is carried on the backs of four giant elephant which are themselves carried on the back of a giant turtle swimming through space). Plus it's your only chance to see me in a soon-to-be-infamous scene involving a generous amount of, uh, erectile overactivity.
Be there or be square.