The blog is BACK. Baby.
Poor Curtainclaws… this much maligned blog is somewhat reminiscent of the Simpsons episode
featuring Mr. Burns & his bear Bobo…
“Bobo, I know I say this every century but, I’ll never leave you behind again…” *runs off in random
robot body with disembodied head in a jar.*
It’s pretty much been a year since I last posted! And what an eventful year it’s been!
I finally graduated after what had felt an extortionate amount of time: July 13th, I waltzed out of University and into a Chinese takeaway with a mock BA degree under my arm (the real certificate arrived in the post shortly after).
I’ve also returned to the county of my birth: the fragrant greenery of Devon, complete with eau de manure,
and tractors trundling down country lanes. I’ve had the most wonderful opportunity to work with Rogue Theatre in the middle of Tehidy woods this summer (in a bath tub, cutting my hair off… don’t ask… great fun!)
So, now that I am back in the Westcountry and on the “Curtainclaws” blog once more, what have
we to look forward to in this theatrical and eminently pastoral part of the world?
Firstly, and perhaps most importantly, when can you expect the next review?
Well luvvies & lovelies, watch this space for a curtainclaws analysis of Oscar Wilde’s “An Ideal Husband”,
performed in Exeter Cathedral (which should make for an acoustically interesting evening) on
Friday 11th November. Directed by the ever meticulous Elizabeth Miller. As for what comes after, before, in-between or upside-down, you’ll just have to wait: biting your fingernails with chattering teeth. But for now, I’ll just have to end on a promise, Mr.Burns stylee:
I know I say this every year curtainclaws, but I’ll never leave you behind again.
*runs off into the horizon in random flourescent trousers, reindeer jumper & disembodied head in a jar.*