...apart from prostitution, must be Advertising.
I've just returned from Rome where I was shooting a commercial for a well known German bank. And boy was it a hard job to get! After the initial interview I waited a month to be told I was shortlisted and had to do a call back. Two weeks later, after no small amount of to-ing and fro-ing, I was told I had the job. KA CHING!!
You'd swear they were casting Hamlet though, with the amount of time, energy and money that they ploughed into casting a role that basically anybody could play...well, any actor at least. This time the Gods smiled on me and I fitted the bill...but it took an untold number of rejections from other commercial castings, to reel this one in.
The amount of money, for less than a days work was wonderfully stupid and the five star sojourn to Rome was a welcome diversion.
The job was mind-numbingly simple. I basically had to pretend to be hit by a collander and fall over. No dialogue. No sweat.
Piece of proverbial Piss.
Meantime, I am back in London and rehearsing a play on the fringe. I will be paid a £500 fee (plus a share of any potential profit at the end) for four weeks rehearsal and a four week run. I couldn't be more excited or challenged. There are only two of us in the play. The work is difficult, nerve wracking...and brilliant, like nothing I've done before. Its a manic piece with dialogue that fires like bullets. No room for pause, and certainly no room for error. As usual I'm freaking out a little...will I be ready? Will i know my lines on time? What if nobody shows up? What if they hate it? But I am experienced enough now to put these insecurities in their proper place ie...in a box under the bed, and the better part of me is certain that this will be very special piece of life-affirming, contemporary theatre, to be witnessed by a select and fortunate few.
Happy Days.
