Twitter is a place, of course, for instant opinion and gratification – and also sometimes instant fame, too.
Now that @WestEndProducer has virtually become a West End institution in his own, still-anonymous right (and is even regularly seen in public these days, albeit behind a plastic face mask that led my colleague Georgina Brown to ask me at the first night of Once, where he was in attendance, what horrific injury he must have suffered to have to go thus disguised), there’s a new pretender to the throne of self-importance, and it’s even more brilliant for spoofing a writer who is himself prone to gestures of self-importance.
No wonder that Twitter, or at least the theatrical parts of it, were abuzz with his arrival – but he signed off, alas, within days of arriving. In case you missed it, here are some choice moments from the timeline of Little Sir David Hare (as he styles himself) , who can be found @LittleSirDavidH. On Monday, for instance, he blissfully tweeted about his afternoon:
@LittleSirDavidH’s riffs on female playwrights on Tuesday were no less irresistible:
Even his farewell sign off on Tuesday was priceless, as his wife Nicole urges him to leave twitter.
“Little Sir David Hare” has given me more pleasure than Via Dolorosa, the real Hare’s own autobiographical one-man show, ever did (though not as much pleasure as Amy’s View, Skylight or The Judas Kiss).
Mark Haddon, interviewed in The Guardian after the stage version of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time won multiple Olivier Awards:
On the press night, I got a sense, I think for the first time, that this might be around when I’m dead. That’s a peculiar feeling, because I think for a lot of people that’s why you write. And the amazing thing about writing is you can arrange words on a bit of paper and if you somehow get it right, they will last longer than you. How extraordinary is that?
It is brilliant but, of course, it’s a bit weird. I expect it’s a bit like looking at your grandchildren and thinking, I’m so proud of them and then thinking, but I won’t be around when…
Actor Colin Farrell, interviewed in the Daily Mail on his life as a movie actor:
The hours are hellacious — not just for me, the overpaid lucky actor guy, but for hair people, make-up people, catering people, everyone involved…
People working on films miss important things. They miss weddings and funerals, and some of them even miss the births of their children. It affects their marriages. But there is another life out there.
Sheridan Smith, interviewed in Metro:
When a woman gets to 30, you ask her about having kids. I don’t mind – all my friends are settled with kids so I can understand people asking, and I even get it from relatives, but I’d be a fool to miss these work opportunities. And there’s no time limit. One day I’ll find my prince but, at the minute, I’m enjoying kissing a few frogs.
Actors tell The Times about the perils of sex scenes onstage:
I hadn’t done a play for a while and was taking over from someone else, which is always quite difficult. I was meant to be femme fatale-ish, and come on stage and kiss my boyfriend really sexily. I was really nervous and thought, “Oh, just go for it.” So I went in: big snog… then we carried on rehearsing all morning. I thought I’d done quite well. Later the guy took me aside and said: “Anna, listen. Do you mind not using tongues?” I wasn’t even aware I had. I had to go into the loo and changed different shades of red, purple and white with horror. I was mortified.
When you don’t have chemistry you have to work a bit harder. A long time ago there was somebody I was struggling a bit with, and I was using all my powers of imagination to give me the feeling that I should have been feeling. Then I noticed, as we were about to kiss, that he had a bit of food on his lip. We went into the kiss… it wasn’t nice.