I think the strangest concept for a play I’ve ever been in was probably the time that my secondary school put on A Midsummer Night’s Dream set in the 1980s and it was the most fever dream-ified imagining of 1980s you could possibly imagine.
The Mechanicals were protesting miners. There were three Pucks and they were distinguishable by their spiked blue and purple wigs. Every time Helena stepped on stage they played Kiss by Prince. The theme music of the entire show was You Can't Hurry Love by Phil Collins. We brought an actual dog on stage for the play within a play at the end, and one performace all the Athenians were so distracted by the dog backstage that Theseus had to improvise-monologue her way through a scene. Demetrius was a nerd and Lysander was a jock. There were tyres on stage at all times for no clear reason.
I was a faerie in the chorus, a role that required me to wear neon workout gear, neon leg warmers, neon fishnet gloves, a multicoloured wig, black fairy wings, and black lipstick. What social category of the 80s did they call this, you ask? Punks.
Shakespeare would be proud.















