Last week the Mr and I made a trip to the theatre. We spent a lot of time there when we were meeting up as ‘just friends’
It’s something we share a mutual love of. I think we are both frustrated performers and he’s definitely a show off. It’s escapism for an hour or so . It’s also the place where I realised I liked him as more than just a friend.
You may all say arrhhhhh …
We were invited to attend the press night of Eugene O’Neills play ‘Desire Under The Elms’ which is on at the Crucible Theatre, Sheffield until October 14th, 2017.
You may or may not have heard of Eugene O’Neil . I’ll not pretend I’m educated. I hadn’t. I have since read a bit about him and his life. This reads like a Greek tragedy itself.
O’Neill was born in 1888 to an alcoholic father and a mother who after child-birth became addicted to morphine. At 22 he attempted suicide. He didn’t succeed but soon after was diagnosed with tuberculosis. It was during this time he committed himself to play-writing. In 1920 his father fell ill and died of cancer, followed closely by his mother. His brother drank himself to death aged just 45.
Chuffing hell …It’s no wonder that death and grief play such a large part in his work.
