One year ago today, the incomparable Mr Simon Josiffe and I put on our first rehearsed reading. We’d found a small fringe theatre in London that we could hire for the day relatively cheaply and bribed a bunch of actors with the promise of sandwiches and biscuits. A rehearsed reading is a really back to basics affair with no set, props, or costume – the actors meet to go through the material a couple of times but they perform, sitting or standing, with the scripts in their hands.
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