Wish I could fly to Cornwall in an instant for some natural inspiration.
I am on Broadway and surrounded by high and grey building, a trip to Central Park is necessary for greenery and flowers.
Inspiration is different here and people approach theatre from another angle.
If only the Hall were closer...
Magis Theatre keeps me sane:
http://www.magistheatre.org/
Anna

Some of you might be thinking it has all gone a bit too quiet on the blog front. What has happened to Barabas?

Hopefully you’ve managed to catch up with all the progress in the printed press – from the glossy feature in Inside Cornwall, to an appearance in the theatre picks section in The Guardian on Saturday. Not to mention the huge billboard outside Truro train station – impossible to miss!

After their three week stint over at the TA Centre, where Anna whipped them into shape, the company mo… Continue

I’ve just had a week off, making the most of the fabulous summer weather (well you have to think positive). It was good, despite the Rain (capital R), to recharge my batteries a bit, have some time away from the busy roads, and a bit of space to see loved ones and walk on the beach and up the hills with the dogs (in the rain, again, and again).

It’s almost impossible to keep your mind off the job in hard, though; it’s like an itch. During the course of the week I read Charles Nicholls’s excelle… Continue

It’s extraordinarily nasty weather, real autumn weather, even though it’s August. This, plus the sudden increase in traffic due to the holiday season, has made my 60-mile-a-day commute pretty hair-raising. I’ve started to mitigate the tedium, not to mention the danger, of being stuck on a dual carriageway behind cars going at a dogged 30, or alleviating the slowness of being caught behind a combine harvester by developing a new specialist subject – tractors.

I’m not quite sure when it all start… Continue

I’ve been suffering from a terrible attack of ‘pre-match nerves’ over the last few days. It’s something to do with having had more time than normal to prepare for this production, which means there’s too much time to think (navel-gazing). There is nothing to be nervous about – all creative aspects are well in hand – but over the weekend my nerves reached a kind of jangling point.

On Saturday evening, in the mist and the rain, we took the dogs for a long walk; it never ceases to amaze how much o… Continue