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Again I am slacking on the blog. The truth is, without something to bitch and moan about I have little to say. The play is going really well, the Newcastle dates sold out two weeks before the show, the reviews have been positive, the audiences fantastic and I am hugely pleased with it all. I cannot keep saying the same thing without sounding vilely smug. Also I had a horrid lurgi for a week and then managed to throw my lap top on the floor and smash it. My husband thought I had just read a bad review. Viva the Diva!

I am going to try and post some more of the reviews or rather ask John to. I am trying to find something to moan about. There are things I would change in the play if I get to fiddle about with it again, I know I could do better here and there. There are a couple of things in certain performances that I am not happy with but more that I am delighted by from the actors. I do not like that a couple of reviews have not liked/understood the darkness of the end of the play but I am still convinced it is the right ending. There is nothing to moan about this week and in that case, what is a writer to do?

I have seen the play three times so far and will see it three more times before the end of the run. What I have noticed is how different audiences react. There is something distinctly organic in a collective audience, as a group they respond en-mass, laughing at lines one night, taking the same line seriously the next. I have found it hard to watch audience’s reactions to the bullying of Lewis. I feel protective of him, I want them to be horrified by what happens but sometimes they laugh for too long until it almost seems to catch them out. Poor Lewis. I like watching the audience almost as much as the play. Funny how they have their own collective mood and energy just like how every performance has, each feeding off the other.

However, I am feeling bad that it is all about to end. How can that be?

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