It’s interesting, the way in which creative careers (or any careers that are figuratively or literally itinerant) create networks of unexpected links. One of the splendidnesses of the internet is that you can explore these links so speedily (one minor downside being that the awesome artistry of, say, Pete Frame’s Rock Family Trees is rendered redundant).
It’s a six-degrees-of-separation sort of thing (or it’s along the lines of I danced with a man who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales) – except that the stops along the journey are as important as its endpoint.
I’ve just been googling the career of the actor Greg Page. What sort of a thing is that to be doing with your Thursday night?, you might well ask. The reason is that I’ve just been listening to Greg’s excellent rendition of my story on the 2010 Best of The Liars’ League CD.
And what happy googling it was. I learned, as I leapt from Greg Page-related hyperlink to Greg Page-related hyperlink, about the London Bubble Theatre Company and Fan Made Theatre. I found out that Georges Feydeau (1862-1921) wrote bedroom farces (although if I manage to live to my dying day without having seen one of Georges Feydeau’s bedroom farces, it will be all right with me).
And I watched this film, a selection at the 2010 Portobello Film Festival. Then I watched the trailer for this film, which, unlike that film, won a prize at the 2010 Portobello Film Festival.
The nooks and crannies of actors’ CVs are full of interesting things upon which few people stumble. That is the moral of this story. The other moral of this story is that it’s high time I went to bed.