So, I'm currently in rehearsals for Tapestry of Fear, at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, 2nd-9th August (previews 31st & 1st) at Underbelly's Baby Belly 2.
Ok, that's the plug done with.

Hooray, of course. Work is always good, it's a fun play, a great cast, it's all going to be a fantastic experience, and it effectively translates into a three week working holiday in lovely Edinburgh, a good part of it during the Fringe.

But Lachesis always had a nasty sense of humour.  In the months between Counterfeit Skin and my being cast for Tapestry of Fear, there seemed to be a major paucity of jobs about that I could realistically apply for.  Yes, "apply for everything" of course, but I don't think even my towering characterization skills quite run to convincing portrayals of teenagers, nor would it be a terribly sensible thing to put myself up for the part of a Bangladeshi grandmother.  And so on.

The moment I was cast, however, the floodgates opened, and the casting sites and publications seemed filled with parts for slightly overweight, middle-aged bald men.  Many were even offering attractive, realistic pay.  Woo.  And every one of these parts has been either auditioning or performing or filming during the exact weeks that I'll be in Edinburgh.  Every single one.
It's always going to be like that of course, and it does make me laugh rather than cry, but it really is quite impressive!