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December 31, 2005
To Make A Big man Cry...
The Christmas with its wrong presents has come and gone. Time to bring on the New Year. I've got a few people coming to see the last show in Glasgow, and for once I'm on when my friends are watching!
Then again, who gives a flying fuck about some fairytale, when you can spend a fiver watching such a classic as 'Merry Christmas.' I watched it between the rehearsal and the show this evening and was moved to tears. A grown man crying... I spent enough time freezing my arse off in a foxhole missing my girlfriend to have some understanding to the men of the Great War. I agree with Freddie Starr about the goodfulness of war.
After my training in the army, and seeing the battle grounds and the trenches my ancestors fought in just a few decades ago, was enough to bring a few tears into the corners of my hardened eyes. A normal person would give the feeling its full value and let it run its course. I'm an artiste and I cannibalise the feelings I have for the sake of the profession.
Does that make me a healthy person or just an interresting actor?
Posted by Jarkko at December 31, 2005 04:34 AM |
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