I've been away for a little while, due to working my ass off and busying myself with dressing up as a boy!
The working part is all rather boring, so I'll tell you all about my time as a boy.
For the past two weeks I've been donning a flat cap and some rather fetching pants and having a wee feel of my crotch... Typical boy things to do? No?
I've also been bandaging myself in order to reduce my 'Chebs'... They were totally giving the game away.
Want to see some pics?...
Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you,
Liverpool Network Theatres production of William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night:
Enter Viola - Poor little shipwrecked girl who believes her brother Sebastian is dead...
But he's not! Hoorah! He's just off galavanting with Antonio, a seacaptain who rescued him, he believes his sister Viola is dead, but she's not! And now he's on his way to Orsino's court where Viola is working!
Boobs banadaged and going by the name Cesario, Viola serves Orsino. But she has fallen in love with him!!!
But he's in love with Olivia!
But Olivia's in love with Cesario/Viola!
Meanwhile this group of people - Fabian, Andrew, Toby and Mariah, who live, work and play at Olivia's house are setting up a cruel trap for this fellow:
Poor Malvolio believes that Olivia is in love with him...
But she's not, and now she's met up with Sebastion whom she thinks is Cesario and they run off to get married!!!
Twins Viola and Sebastian are finally reunited just as Orsino was about to kill Cesario believing that he had married his love Olivia.
Then Orsino decides to 'Have share in this most happy wreck' and quickly changes his mind on who he loves. Yay! For Viola!
Then a Westie tried to steal the show! Cue actors on stage biting the inside of cheeks in an attempt not to laugh!
Most wonderful Feste the Jester sang us out!
'But that's all one, our play is done, and we'll strive to please you everyday!!!'
Orsino got his wish to see Viola in her woman's weeds...
A brief slightly patchy version of events... Hopefully it gives you an idea of our production of Twelfth Night.
I'll end with a quote from myself, after one too many vodkas at the aftershow party I got a little sentimental on facebook: