6/02/2004
 
Every time I walk past the poster a part of me shrivels up inside. And of course the bloody things are all over London. It show’s six bright young things sitting strategically around a warehouse, looking to all the world like the cover of Vanity Fair. “RSC” it explains, “Season of Lovers. Midsummer Night's Dream, Much Ado About…” But what concerns me isn’t the line-up. I love them all (well actually, Midsummer Night’s Dream I can take or leave). It’s the twenty-something-just out-of-RADA trying-very-hard-not-to-look-smug actors on the poster with their fresh hopeful eyes and nice hair. I was like that once.

I’m older now and I don’t want fame and riches like I did when I’d first finished Drama School. It’s been so long. I just want to perform again.

 

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