Five theatre things? Hmmm.
- Mount a promenade production of
Floyd Collins in some caves.
- Play one of Shakespeare's great romantic heroes (I may be a girl, but I'd be a freakin' awesome Romeo or Benedick).
- Follow Rupert Goold around for a week while he works, preferably in an invited capacity and *not* hiding behind bushes!
- Direct a fantabulously creepy and sexy
Hamlet.
- Book a ticket for a play at the Donmar Warehouse *in advance*.
Of those five, I suspect the last one is the least likely. There's a little patch of concrete on Earlham Street that has grooves to match my buttocks now.