The really nice person in the next seat
Oct 16, 2022 13:50:16 GMT
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Post by TallPaul on Oct 16, 2022 13:50:16 GMT
I took my seat for Nine Night yesterday afternoon with only five minutes to curtain up, and there's no internal, but what I don't now know about Diana from Otley isn't worth knowing.
My very stylish fleece was barely off before she shared with me, completely unprompted, that she was just back from watching the Grand Prix in Singapore. "I was as close to the cars as we are to that door," she told me, pointing. It's all her late husband's fault, I discovered. He was also a keen photographer, and combined the two.
Four children, but only one who likes motorsports.
New car, with wheels that have to be balanced every month. Along with a whole list of other errands, she'd been to the garage on the way to the theatre. "There's a warning light that comes on. You can't override it!"
Then we sort of got onto me...briefly.
"Where are you from?"
"Sheffield."
"Have you lived there all your life?"
"Not yet."
"One of my grandsons has just started university in Sheffield."
"Sheffield University or Sheffield Hallam?"
"Oh the University. He could have gone to York."
"Right."
"I was in Sheffield myself a few years ago, doing some filming..."
Of all the theatres in all the towns in all the world, I found myself sitting right next to someone who had also had a small part in Jamie. What are the chances? Turns out Diana does a bit of work as a supporting artist, so although my small part was massive, hers must have been even bigger.
"I'd never stayed in a budget hotel before. You had to pay extra for a window!"
"And did you...pay extra?"
"I did. I like to see what's going on. I'm not nosy, I'm curious. There wasn't even a kettle in the room. You had to use a machine in the corridor."
It was at that point that Mary arrived, from the wrong direction.
"I should have come that way, but there's a lady in a wheelchair. I'm supposed to be sitting there," gesturing to A6, "but I'm going to sit here. Gives us all a bit more room."
Mary and Diana continued talking, all the way through the phone announcement and as the lights dimmed. I now know quite a lot about Mary too. Guess what her husband's called? Joseph, obviously. You couldn't make it up! He's suffering with terrible sciatica at the moment, so like the three of us, she'd come on her own.
At the end, Diane and Mary exchanged telephone numbers. I left them to it and said my goodbyes. They didn't ask me for mine. ☹ I'm trying not to take it personally.
With so much material, all for free, it's no wonder Alan Bennett became a playwright.
My very stylish fleece was barely off before she shared with me, completely unprompted, that she was just back from watching the Grand Prix in Singapore. "I was as close to the cars as we are to that door," she told me, pointing. It's all her late husband's fault, I discovered. He was also a keen photographer, and combined the two.
Four children, but only one who likes motorsports.
New car, with wheels that have to be balanced every month. Along with a whole list of other errands, she'd been to the garage on the way to the theatre. "There's a warning light that comes on. You can't override it!"
Then we sort of got onto me...briefly.
"Where are you from?"
"Sheffield."
"Have you lived there all your life?"
"Not yet."
"One of my grandsons has just started university in Sheffield."
"Sheffield University or Sheffield Hallam?"
"Oh the University. He could have gone to York."
"Right."
"I was in Sheffield myself a few years ago, doing some filming..."
Of all the theatres in all the towns in all the world, I found myself sitting right next to someone who had also had a small part in Jamie. What are the chances? Turns out Diana does a bit of work as a supporting artist, so although my small part was massive, hers must have been even bigger.
"I'd never stayed in a budget hotel before. You had to pay extra for a window!"
"And did you...pay extra?"
"I did. I like to see what's going on. I'm not nosy, I'm curious. There wasn't even a kettle in the room. You had to use a machine in the corridor."
It was at that point that Mary arrived, from the wrong direction.
"I should have come that way, but there's a lady in a wheelchair. I'm supposed to be sitting there," gesturing to A6, "but I'm going to sit here. Gives us all a bit more room."
Mary and Diana continued talking, all the way through the phone announcement and as the lights dimmed. I now know quite a lot about Mary too. Guess what her husband's called? Joseph, obviously. You couldn't make it up! He's suffering with terrible sciatica at the moment, so like the three of us, she'd come on her own.
At the end, Diane and Mary exchanged telephone numbers. I left them to it and said my goodbyes. They didn't ask me for mine. ☹ I'm trying not to take it personally.
With so much material, all for free, it's no wonder Alan Bennett became a playwright.