one, an immersive weekly cabaret; the other, an Edinburgh take on The Christmas Carol.
Similar to The Suppliant Women, there was a callout for singers to play protestor carolers in the production. Yes, protestor carolers. The ban on Christmas/Yule vacation in Scotland wasn’t officially lifted until 1958; to be caught reveling in anything even vaguely festive or churchy was a criminal offence – Scottish history is journey, but in a nutshell, the Calvinists were the worst.
With evening shows, matinees and an exhaustive number of morning shows for school audiences (very canny thinking), the near 6 week run finishes tomorrow. As for me, my role ended before the new year.
This would’ve gone up sooner, but I had a month long flu – I’m still getting used to being upright again.For reasons I’ll cover in the next post, in spite of actively having had the most festive season going, this has definitely been the least festive I’ve ever felt. Personally, anything Christmassy before December is a cardinal sin, not least because my birthday is the third week of November. I hate it, I don’t see the point, it weirds me out. That isn’t to say I hate the holidays, I just don’t get festive fever.
Rehearsals for both the Christmas Carol and our work cabaret began before Hallowe’en. Decorating our work venue for Christmas began early November. The first performances for both shows somehow managed to start on the same day. What day? 28th November, i.e. not in December. Being ill for nearly all of these things didn’t help a damn thing.
But even after all of that, it was still a brilliant two months. Both projects fulfilled two sides of my performance persona in completely different settings, and I had a blast the entire time – even if my body was sabotaging me every step of the way.