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Meet Martin
"My name is Martin Nicolson. I am 33 years old, I teach English at St Thomas’, the same school I went to in Surbiton as a boy, to years 7-Upper Sixth. I started to suspect that I was gay towards the end of sixth form; I’d had crushes on boys in my year but hadn’t really broached the topic with anybody except Mr. Walton, a chemistry teacher and also a student support councillor. It wasn’t the best environment at my high school for a gay boy. It wasn’t until university that I met others who were comfortable identifying as gay that I started to feel more comfortable in my skin. It was the LGBT poetry nights that fired me up and made me a bit more proud, as well as giving me the impetus to call my parents and tell them, who were actually a good deal more supportive and nonchalant about the whole thing than I expected. I enjoyed some of the protest poetry but never really went in for the proper campaigning: it felt like something private that I didn’t need to keep shouting once I’d grown comfortable enough to say it to myself. I met James when doing my Teach First course, and he dropped out of it. He’d done a journalism degree at the LSE and had drifted into teaching when he couldn’t find writing work, but once he got his lucky break he went into journalism full time for the FT. We went for drinks a few times with the other would-be teachers and he was the life and soul of the party. He asked me if I wanted to go for drinks just us not long afterwards and we got together. smile emoticon James ended up convincing me to rent this tiny place in Hackney with him which was nominally his but which we lived together in most of the week, with me commuting back out on London, the opposite way from everyone else, to teach at St Thomas'. That was a little financially and transportationally backwards, but we made it work. I thought we’d be able to take holidays up the Cotswolds when it wasn’t term time but we really only made it out of London a couple of times together because his job didn’t really allow for much of a break. We took a trip to Majorca together once though, that was lovely. Plenty of beach time. The stress of James’ job mounted after we’d been together just over a year, as well as the financial and commuting situation, and he decided we needed to take a break. I moved back to my parents' house in Surbiton, and even felt a little guilty that it was so much more convenient and close to work. I’d already been staying there alone in the evenings sometimes because I was tired after work or because he was in a bad mood. I was very shocked when he turned up in Surbiton one Saturday morning and said he wanted to talk to me. I asked him to come back that afternoon, and we had coffee in the café down the road and talked it over. He said that although he was stressed he did really appreciate having me around, and that he loved me and didn’t want his work to be the reason we didn’t work out. I agreed, but on the condition that we try to find somewhere to live that split the difference between our commutes as a solution to the transport problem. Not long after that James started to get more and more sluggish and snappy, particularly when I left for work. He’d cry and whine, and I began to feel like things were slipping back to how they were before we broke up, with him being too demanding on my time and resources. Eventually he got to the doctor’s, and they diagnosed him with depression. There was a lot of reading to be done after that I remember, to research it and find out how it could be treated. It is perfectly treatable, and we resolved to do our best with it, but it did kaput the flat hunt that we had going because I felt I didn't want to overload him. We ended up back in that quite dysfunctional situation as before, only now I couldn’t back out of it, and I didn’t feel like I could talk to him about it because he was the problem, or at least he was part of it. I wished I had Mr. Walton to talk to again. I won't say that caring for someone who is ill like that isn't hard: he was in a vulnerable place though, and I wasn't going to leave him in the lurch. When I came home one Thursday night he wasn’t there, and his downstairs neighbour Jenny told me she’d heard a crash that afternoon and knocked to see if he was alright. When he wouldn’t answer the door but she could hear the TV was still on she fetched the building manager who found him and called an ambulance. I went to the hospital but they refused to tell me what had happened except that they had him, because I’m a Nicolson and his surname is Woodard. I felt really shitty and angry that that receptionist nurse wouldn’t tell me - I had to call his parents and ask them to come down from two hours away by train. I was humiliated and upset because all they would tell me was “critical condition” but they couldn’t explain what that meant. That wait in the hospital made me feel really helpless. When his parents arrived the staff almost wouldn’t let me in to see the doctor until they vouched for me, and then they took us into a side room and told us he was dead. He’d had a heart attack and made it to the hospital but died sometime while I was in the waiting room. He wasn’t especially unhealthy, I thought it was his smoking, but apparently it was genetic. John and Nancy stayed in the flat with me that night, I was on the sofa. The next morning I went to work, though it was hardly a normal day of course. I put in my application for leave to the head.
Meet Ian
My name is Ian Athell and I work as a media advisor for the SNP. For those of you who don't know, that stands for Scottish National Party. Born and bred in Inchture you won't find anyone more committed to the cause of Scottish Independence; I can promise you that. The only thing I'm more committed to is my wife, Clare. We met while I was studying Business Management at Strathclyde University. I had to take an extra class to meet requirements so decided to go with Modern History, which is were I met Clare. I'd say we hit it off instantly, but that wouldn't be believable. Eventually, after much courting and a late night screening of 'The Breakfast Club', she fell for my irresistible charm. We moved pretty fast, to be honest, and rented a small flat together on the outskirts of the city. Now, 5 years later, we've both graduated and we got married just a couple of months ago. She's now working towards a PhD and I'm working to get Scotland the independence it needs. It feels good to be part of such a great group of people all working towards this goal (though some of them are total pricks) and I like feeling important. Or at least, that's how I want to feel. Clare doesn't understand that my job takes up a lot of my time; I hate being stuck in the office as well, but sometimes I have to make an important phone call. And other things have to be put on hold.
Meet Mary
I'm Mary Taylor-Brown, barrister and politician. It's always confusing when people introduce me as "lady lawyer Mary Taylor", the real title's on my card for god's sake. There's another thing. I was in an interview the other day, and the hapless reporter thought to make a joke to lighten the mood. "What's the difference between a lady lawyer and a pitbull?"... "Lipstick!" I've been listening to these jokes since I did my pupillage, but never let it be said that I'm without a sense of humour. It's only that they are getting rather tired, and I'd much rather talk about my work these days. My special interest is FGM in the UK - I have worked closely with the Home Affairs Committee in 2014 to send a strong message that British women's rights should be supported and protected. Did you know that there still has not been a successful prosecution on the topic in the UK? Utterly ridiculous. This growing crisis should be what's getting out in these interviews I do, not the bloody shade of lipstick that differentiates me from a bitch. Apologies for the tone - I may have had a little tipple before we started...
It’s just four days until Patriots opens at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, and to help you get excited, we’d like to introduce you to the stars of the show!
Meet Richard ‘Dick’ Anderson (Bennett Bonci), a Republican Senator in the good ol’ US of A! Dick has got himself in a bit of a pickle on the Twittersphere, and the effects have spread far beyond his life online. Follow him on Twitter@sendickanderson (he’d love to say hello) and have a read of some of his ponderings here (they’re certainly intriguing).
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8 Days To Go!
Rehearsals are getting intense as cuts have to be made and scenes have to be polished. Cutting lines is really painful, but the aim is to put on the best show we can, so it has to be done!
Some more filming happened yesterday! Patriots is more than just a theatre production - we’ve got some creatively used video too! Come and see Patriots - it’s great value for money.
We’re so close to our move down to Edinburgh, and the anticipation is building. PATRIOTS GO ALL THE WAY-TRIOTS!
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Patriots Blog Day 7: 12 Days Until Opening Night
THE BAND IS BACK TOGETHER (almost)! With the arrival of Olly on Saturday night, Patriots began to enter its final form of rehearsals, and (it is said) that if you listened really really carefully you could hear our director emit the loudest sigh of release ever recorded.
Following the triumphant arrival of our Martin, Sunday was devoted with getting Olly up to speed, hashing out important character details and chatting about the political inclinations of omniscient talking phones. While we have nothing to compare this experience too, we assume that this is the standard for all shows heading to the fringe this year.
All of this leads us to Monday - (this seems to be the typical trend of days in the weeks, for some reason it never goes Sunday-Tuesday-Friday-Monday, a depressing observation) - the day of our first run through. From here on out the aim is to run everything until the show is as smooth as clockwork!
Go Team!
Yours,
The Patriots Crew
The 9 Thoughts Every Actor Has When Learning Lines For the Edinburgh Fringe
1. “Oooooh a new script, yaaaaay! Let’s go to rehearsals and just play games”
2. “Okay let’s have a look at this script, can’t wait to see what my character is like!”
3. “Oh wait… I actually have to learn these lines? All of them? Like, every single one?”
4. “Okay, I can do this. Come on! I’ve done this so many times. I mean, I learnt the whole alphabet when I was like 2 years old so I can definitely learn these lines”
5. “Hmmmm maybe there’s an app for this? Technology always helps”
**1 hour later**
“Come on phone, now is NOT the time to die!”
6. **at the first big rehearsal**
“ugh how come he knows his lines and I don’t?!”
7. “Maybe if we all just lie down and run through the script together that will help…? Just try not to fall asleep. Oh the floor is so comfy… don’t fall asleep… so comfy… DON’T FALL ASLeep….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
8. **after the first show**
“Thank GOD I managed to finally learn those lines… I am NEVER putting myself through that again. Now let’s go for a drink…”
9. **next year some time in April**
Director: “hey, we’re holding auditions tomorrow for our Edinburgh Fringe play, do you want to…”
You: “YES YES I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE LET’S GO TO EDINBURGH AGAIN”
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Day Five: TWO WEEKS Until Opening Night!
Today was special not only because it is TWO WEEKS until we open at the Edinburgh Fringe, but it was also cast member Hannah’s birthday! Happy birthday Hannah!
With the actors’ scenes needing nothing more but a bit of tweaking at this point, our director suggested that we look further into each character’s background and experiment with the tone of the scenes. This allowed the actors to explore their characters’ motivations and give them more depth and NO ONE HAD A HAMSTER UP THEIR BUTT.
Shake shake shake shake shakey-shake!
Playing one of the more serious scenes as a rom-com was surprisingly effective!
Today we also got a shoutout from another cast member Oliver, on his very popular YouTube channel Philosophy Tube! Check out his fascinating video here.
Pictured here: Mary’s interview - rom-com style