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Busy Day at the National

I spent this morning running around the National Theatre. It was a nice change from my usual dull routine -- ass on chair, eyes on the screen -- and a good way of discovering new niches in the building. I went to the props department (behind the Lyttelton stage) to pick up some spare paper they were getting rid of; the corridors, with their high ceilings, were stacked with all kinds of old props: heads, cutlery, jars, telephones, turtles, etc. Then, just as I climbed the stairs back to my room, one of my colleagues came by, collecting as many people as she could find to carry some chairs from Rehearsal Room 3 to Rehearsal Room 2. As we arrived in Rehearsal Room 3, students started pouring out, their rehearsal just finished. There were dead soldiers, nurses, scuba divers, can-can dancers, prostitutes -- all below 18 years of age. We carried the chairs past the canteen and I saw Michael Sheen, all scraggly beard and black boots, reading some of the newspaper cut-outs on the notice boards. He's been starring in The UN Inspector, which I'll probably never get around to seeing.

All the excertion got me smelling like chlorine, once the sweat broke out; I went swimming this morning in an effort to generate enough energy to get me through the day. It's Friday, after all.

I forgot to mention that I walked by Jim Broadbent a few days ago. He's been starring in Theatre of Blood, one play that I'm desperate to see before it ends (anyone would like to come with me?) His hair is completely white in real life (he must wear a grey wig for the play -- one that comes from the wigs department, just around the corner from us!) A man was talking to him. The man said:

"I hear you are playing a villain at the moment!"

"Oh yes I am," he replied. "It's jolly good fun."

I could have mentioned him in crapcelebrities but I won't; he seems too dignified to belong to such a trashy community.

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