Desire Under The Elms …and behind the scenes of The Crucible

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.

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Everybody’s talking about Jamie … including me!

‘Cos the party’s just starting and you don’t want to miss it. The party’s just starting and it’s almost so close you can kiss it.

Don’t wait for tomorrow be happy today and all of those stupid people – who cares what they say’

Sometimes you experience something so bloody fabulous that you just have to share it with the world [ or rather my 3 followers ]

That’s exactly what happened last night when the BF and I made our way into Sheffield to see ‘Everybody’s talking about Jamie’ at The Crucible.

I wasn’t planning to blog about it, hey even us bloggers deserve a night off but I’m sorry I couldn’t  leave and not mention this amazing piece of  theatre.

From the word go and the first song Don’t even know it‘ my foot was tapping and head bobbing along, it’s so bloody catchy.  Continue reading