Completely and utterly devastated. Helen McCrory was the reason I wanted to work in the theatre. I saw her in Medea when I was 16, one of the first proper plays I’d ever seen. I have to this day never experienced anything like it. The absolute blaze of magic she created was not only one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen but shifted what I thought was possible as an actor. It opened my eyes to the sheer power of theatre and of this craft and ignited a love for the holy church that is the National Theatre that I doubt I’d have found otherwise. I don’t even know if I can describe the profound effect her work has had on me over the years, but I’m sure as hell grateful for it.
Is that it? Surely that’s all of them now…
Is that it? Surely that’s all of them now…
The search for Bonnie Prince Charlie’s cave. Worth the mild sunburn, extremely muddy boots and what felt like hours shouting at the confusing directions to see some history and beautiful scenery. (finally found it in the last pic)
The search for Bonnie Prince Charlie’s cave. Worth the mild sunburn, extremely muddy boots and what felt like hours shouting at the confusing directions to see some history and beautiful scenery. (finally found it in the last pic)
The search for Bonnie Prince Charlie’s cave. Worth the mild sunburn, extremely muddy boots and what felt like hours shouting at the confusing directions to see some history and beautiful scenery. (finally found it in the last pic)
The search for Bonnie Prince Charlie’s cave. Worth the mild sunburn, extremely muddy boots and what felt like hours shouting at the confusing directions to see some history and beautiful scenery. (finally found it in the last pic)
The search for Bonnie Prince Charlie’s cave. Worth the mild sunburn, extremely muddy boots and what felt like hours shouting at the confusing directions to see some history and beautiful scenery. (finally found it in the last pic)
The search for Bonnie Prince Charlie’s cave. Worth the mild sunburn, extremely muddy boots and what felt like hours shouting at the confusing directions to see some history and beautiful scenery. (finally found it in the last pic)
The edge of the world (or at least of the Atlantic).
“The best days are the first to flee.”
Always proud to be a Weegie but particularly so today. I love my hometown 🏴
Thrilled to have been a part of this fantastic and politically relevant piece of podcasting joy. Episode 5, hosted by the legend that is Terry Gilliam, available now on all the usual podcast-y platforms. #ThatPodcast @storyglasspod @englishtouringtheatre @fremantleuk
Thrilled to have been a part of this fantastic and politically relevant piece of podcasting joy. Episode 5, hosted by the legend that is Terry Gilliam, available now on all the usual podcast-y platforms. #ThatPodcast @storyglasspod @englishtouringtheatre @fremantleuk
