Sang Thong

Yesterday we finished the production of Sang Thong, a PhD practical production. It was a mixture of Thai and Western styles of theatre that followed the plot of a classic Thai fairytale. It was very interesting to work on as it gave me a crash course on Thai theatre, but it also marked my first theatre performance since Rape of the Fair Country back in 2007. I was pretty nervous to start of with, partially because of how I had become more disilluisoned by acting towards the end of my undergraduate, and consequently had not done any since. However, nerves aside, it went very well and we got good feedback. The nerves went as soon as I walked on stage and the lines didn't go.

At the moment I am between semesters, reading information on conjuring for my dissertation and design narratives for a possible PhD proposal. I'm scheduled to do some Shakespeare and two rehearsed readings, as well as the voice for Xpression Fm, so I'm keeping myself busy. However, I really don't know what I'm doing at the moment. I don't know whether my essay writing has improved or worsened. I talk of PhD proposals but if I'm not up to scratch, I wont be able to do one. Also funding wise its a bit of an issue. I'm looking at scholarships, but I don't think I'll be ready this year. I don't know why. Yet I don't want to live at home for a year.

Two major things I forgot to mention previously.

1) My trip to New Zealand. It was fantastic, and I have to go back...

2) My Grandad died. Malcolm William Plester.

He was a remarkable man. A vessel of energy and passion, and a comic genius. Stubborn til the end. When we left their house to go the funeral, everyone in the street was stood outside their houses. It was like royal procession. It was freezing that day, but the people stood there. I don't think I fully understood how much an impact he had on the people. I was very proud.

4 years since Twelfth Night