TRANSITION
We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.
We have been crowded out of our house by the boxes and our last week or so as residents of London is to be spent in our local Marriott Hotel.
This is Swiss Cottage as one does not know it; of course the Marriott claims Regent’s Park in its title and there are Primrose Hill Teas to be had in the afternoons. The last time we moved house and into a hotel was thirty-three years ago when we left our Kilburn flat and flew straight to Manila, having left the key with the estate agent. We (as part of the London Shakespeare Group) were to play Twelfth Night in the huge main theatre, part of the Cultural Centre of the Philippines that Madam Marcos had instigated in the late 60s in the grounds of a large, rather deserted park. There were dark stories about the haste in which the whole project had been constructed. Tonight at supper, by strange coincidence, our waitress was from Manila.
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The Tanghalang Pambansa (Theatre of Performing Arts). Photo by EP |
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Our Twelfth Night set on the stage of the main theatre. The proscenium has a height of 30 feet and a width of nearly 60 feet. Photo by EP |
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Photo by EP |
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