Life in Dulwich

Here I am in Munich. It has been all snowy and generally round about minus one to five degrees since we´ve been here. All proper snow too. The kind that drifts down slowly in large flakes, all silently and settles on your nose. It´s all crunchy under foot and the efficient Münchners have gritted everywhere.

Rehearsals are going well and we´ve ploughed through the first act. Only thing is we have had a trauma. We went to pick up our set from storage to find that two thirds of the main set covering has been binned in an act of mindless cleaning. It´s very sad as the set was so effective considering is was for touring. Now it will be very sad and little indeed. Berndt, the designer, is livid - as is our director and well, us, really. Ah well - the path of touring never did run smooth.

Nonetheless all is well and Munich is beautiful as ever. We went to see the Crucible last night at Amerika Haus and it was most excellent. Very powerful, well-acted and full of great imagery. Had dinner with the cast and they were all lovely and chatty.

So far have partaken of roast duck, kabeljau red Thai curry, paprika schnitzel, grilled swordfish, heaps of lovely salad and sauerkraut since being here. Paul got me a box of porridge as a pressie which is very nice indeed. (I know it seems strange to be excited about porridge).

Enough drivelling, don´t seem to have much exciting to say.

Labels: acting, food, theatre, travel