I love Southwark Playhouse just the way it is, but just today I wish it were twice as big. Trying to fit in all the people who want to come to the show is proving a proper headache. Just as well it's the Oliviers on Sunday, that takes out some of the grander invitees (one rsvp apologised for the 'fearful swank', which still makes me giggle).
Good luck (again), by the way, to Richard Bean and Nell Leyshon, respectively up for Best Play and 'Outstanding Achievement In An Affiliate Theatre' (qu'est-ce que c'est que ca?).
But as George once said in Seinfeld, can we bring this back to me? As each of the five plays is either a three- or four-hander, there's a lot of personnel and their guests even before you open it out to others. Ach well, it's a nice problem to have, I hear you say, and you're spot on.
Puts me in mind of a bit in Robinson Crusoe:
How strange a chequer work of providence is the life of man! and by what secret differing springs are the affections hurry'd about as differing circumstances present! To day we love what to morrow we hate; to day we seek what to morrow we shun; to day we desire what to morrow we fear, nay, even tremble at the apprehensions of...