the Dragon’s den…

…is a popular Auntie Beeb show where entrepreneurs face investors and try to convince them to invest in their ideas. Imagine me pitching a show based on the Sonnets of Shakespeare with possibility for an accompanying Sonnetbook, website and DVD! The honing laughter rings with imaginary puissance in my ears. And yet there is a part of my brain that is convinced this idea is a fortune spinner. This is called wishful thinking.

So far ekeing out a living in the more basal depths of paid acting and comedy work has funded this wish-fulfillment. But time is inexorable and the energies of youth meet the cares of middle age. I began as a late-bloomer and damn it intend to carry on that way.

It’s like the botanists waiting for an orchid to bloom, create a lively stink for a day or two, then phoenix-like collapse in on itself. What agency is at work to do? To be, no problem! We all are, whether we like it or no. But to do? What if all were done and gone? What’s to come? Will I be doing or being when death arrives?

‘The time is out of joint. O cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right’. (come on, you know the play by now).