It's Fearg here. I just thought drop in with you all. I think Friday will be my day. I will try my utmost my darlings to stop by and let you know how it's going. Of course, there are only five Friday's until the show including this one so it's not a huge commitment on my part. But it's a commitment nonetheless.
I should make it clear to you that I'm gonna write these blogs as a stream of conscienceness. What that means is I'm going to write as I think, without necessarily filtering it. Or spell checking it. I will attempt to correct as I go, drawing attention to my mistakes if I think it's funny. This isn't funny, which in itself is funny on one level. Isn't it? It's not, is it? Poo.
I play Will in Mate. I quite like Will, I think. Sometimes he says and does things that aren't exactly what I'd say or do, sometimes I'd actively try to do the opposite. But then, if he was just like me then I wouldn't really be an actor would I? How rubbish would it be if you played the greatest Hamlet ever, but when you stepped off stage your mum was sleeping with your murderous uncle, and your best friends are doomed to die in an hilarious Tom Stoppard play somewhere down the line.
Hmm...
I think this is probably the end of my first 'personal' post। I've had a mental week this week, but not a huge amount of New Old Friend-ing, except the monster editing sesh on Tuesday. I'm quite excited about the Royal Court thing. Even if they write back (which they've promised to do) telling us it's a shit play and shouldn't ever see the light of day. It'll at least mean we've done something worth commenting on. I hope they say something nicer though, like "Please come and perform you're excellent comedy 'pon our delightful stage monisignors."
Here's hoping.
Much love
Fearg 
