On my way to a rehearsal for 'Mother Goose', I found myself recalling all the other productions I've been in since I was a child. I wasn't a stage school brat and I didn't have pushy parents but I did get my acting bug pretty young.
Off stage I had a fair few scandalous dramas too (more of that in another blog) and on Sleeping beauty I lost my father and again I found strength through performance. They were testing times but I remember them with a beaming smile.
Eventually, all good things must end, for me it was a journey that was always destined for London. I did my last show and set off for the bright lights of the big city eager for what was to come.
My first London gig was a grand Opera in Garsington followed by some Grimey London Dungeon time. I did a TV pilot and a film or two but it was a struggle. London is too expensive to live off scrappy actors pay. My final paid work would be a chilly winter in Finland playing Tricky Dicky and then, sadly it was back to London and a real job for me. In an office. It felt like giving up.
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I'm still involved with every production they put on. I'm always planning to skip the latest production and take a break but I always change my mind, I can't help myself. I do my eight hour day, two hour commute, 15 minute dinner and then off I shoot to do the thing I was born to do. It isn't easy, but it is essential.
They call it 'the acting bug' because you catch it. I'm happy to report there's no cure, I've got the bug for life.