The Year Of The Hiker
Myself, Nikki, my cousin Juno and her fella Eoghan all went to see Druid Theatre Company's production of John B Keane's "The Year Of The Hiker" last night. Despite working in a theatre every day (and sometimes every day), I hardly ever really properly "go" to the theatre, except when I feel I really shouldn't miss a particulat show. I sit in some nights on the show that's on where I work, but that's not really the same as really properly going to see a show. The last time I went to a show was "Stones In His Pockets" by Marie Jones over a year ago, and the time before that was "The Lieutenant Of Inishmore" by Martin McDonagh, nearly three years ago!
Anyway. Druid's production of "Hiker" was absolutely immaculate. Having worked on getting the show in I may have garnered more of an appreciation for what went into the production, from the enormous set to the multi-projector set-up for the backgrounds, to the lighting, sound, wardrobe and scene-changes, but nothing prepared me for the acting. Mick Lally, Nick Lee, Garrett Lombard, Eleanor Methven, Aaron Monaghan, Sarah Greene and Catherine Walsh are all incredibly good actors in their own right, but under the direction of the legendary Garry Hynes their performances meld with a richness that draws you in and allows the story to wash over you in a way that is quite breathtaking. Several times during the show I myself found myself holding my breath in anticipation of what might come next, and could sense tremendous trepidation from other punters around me. It is rare that a piece of theatre can draw such a reaction from such a mixed audience of everyone from teenage girls to octogenarians.
The production is nearing the end of it's tour of Ireland, and if you can, go and see it, you will not be disappointed.
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Is it just me or does anyone else love winter this much. It?s so fresh outside and even though it pished rain ALL day yesterday I still love it. Even though its dark when I get up and dark when I am on my way home from work I still love it. I love walking in the crispy leaves, and the smell of Halloween in the air (yes they are still letting off the fireworks even though its mid November, those clever people!) and I can have the fire on and not feel bad about getting into bed early or having a ?blankies? or getting into my PJ?s the second I get home from work. One reason I love it is that I get to wear my vast array of scarves, hats, gloves and big jumpers and winter dresses and boots, summer is boring, its always the same, flip flop flap as far as I am concerned, you have people who really shouldn?t wearing WAY too little clothes and not to be bad, but no one wants to see that you know? Winter has so many things going for it, lovely snow, lovely refreshing rain, wind to blow away all the cobwebs left by calmer weather. I think at times I am obsessed with winter, I even have a tattoo of a snowflake on my leg done in white ink, so its very subtle, I love it, I forget its there sometimes even, but its mine, and no one else has the same one so its special. Loads of people get them in black and coloured inks which I feel is totally wrong, cause I mean, snow is white right? Summer sunshine is the best, right now I am sitting in my office with the blinds partially closed, looking out at cranes and building going on and there is this amazing sunrise, and amazing clouds, and maybe it?s just me, but it?s too early to see it in the summer.
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