NT chapitre

They want me to stay for another month at the National Theatre. I met my boss today (I'd been doing some of her work while she was on leave) and I think she took a shine to the old Brazilian monkey smile. She suggested I cover for her while she's on holiday, later this month.

Also, the funny thing about working here is that if you run into two people screaming foul language at each other, you never know if it's rehearsal or for real! And I've also stopped staring when people walk past me in costumes or with strange spores growing out of their faces. I suspect these are mostly cast members for Theatre of Blood, which I'm hoping to see soon.