Cape Town continues to be bedevilled by power cuts. It certainly gives a gritty edge to the work environment, because you’re never 100% sure whether your carefully worded report will survive the next power surge or will be converted into electronic shrapnel.
Rehearsals in the pitch dark have been interesting, too.
Scene: darkened stage
VOICE: Is this a dagger I see before me?
SECOND VOICE: Could be, could be. About the only thing we know for sure is that it’s not an Oscar.
VOICE: Very funny. When I find you, I’m kicking your ass!
[Loud crash. Muted cursing. Sound of something rolling across stage]
The thing that bothers me the most about the situation is that the clowns responsible for this mess are in charge of a fucking nuclear reactor. One which is only a few miles north of me as the neutron flies. Then again – if we are ever faced with a ‘worst case scenario’, it will solve at least two problems: there won’t be any more congestion on Koeberg Road and we won’t need lights, because everyone will glow in the dark.