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Feb. 20th, 2009 04:07 pmSet off for London at 9.45 this morning. Train really crowded; from Godalming onwards the aisle between the seats was absolutely full with standing passengers. At Waterloo I couldn't resist a thumb through The Stage in Smith's to see if the 10th anniversary of Sarah's death merited a mention. It didn't, but coincidentally there was an article about the history of the Royal Court Theatre Upstairs, in which both Stephen Daldry and Dominic Cooke mentioned her.
Bought a bunch of roses at Waterloo and arrived at the Court just before noon. Laid my flowers against the junction of one of the pillars and the glass door as usual, and stood there for a little while remembering Sarah. As this year I'd been asked to send a photo of the flowers to a new tribute website, I took a couple of pics, drawing the attention of two ladies passing by the theatre. One of them asked me in an American accent "Excuse me, were you taking a picture of the bouquet?"
I replied yes. She said she'd noticed the name Sarah Kane on the card and been interested as she's currently coaching a young actress to perform 4.48 Psychosis in Paris. "Is it an anniversary or something?"
"She died 10 years ago today," I said.
"Are the flowers from you?" I confirmed they were. "Did you know her?" she asked.
I told her I'd met her a couple of times and was a great enthusiast of hers. The lady was delighted with that and we talked for a little while. She said she'd seen Isabelle Huppert's performance of 4.48 in Paris and it had been excellent, and I wished her every success with coaching the girl.
Most years I just lay my flowers and go, but today it felt right to go into the theatre bar and have a drink for her. They served several beers I like including Budvar and Nastro Azzurro, but I hadn't had a Belgian Trappist beer for ages so had to go for a Duvel. I found a table and raised my glass to Sarah.
I was sitting just under the chalked food menu. The Royal Court's food has an excellent reputation and I was almost tempted by the lovely-sounding coq au vin, but today wasn't about grub and in truth I couldn't have justified £10.49 at the moment. I vowed to return when my finances are healthier, take in a play (maybe when Miranda Richardson appears there in May) and try the food at the same time.
I thought of the possibility of completing my homage by seeing Sarah's memorial seat in the main auditorium, but that wasn't possible as there was a rehearsal on.
Back at Waterloo, got served quickly at the Bagel Factory and was able to sprint across to the platform bang opposite, where, fortunately, the Portsmouth train was, and get on board microseconds before the doors closed.
Got to go read Crave.
Bought a bunch of roses at Waterloo and arrived at the Court just before noon. Laid my flowers against the junction of one of the pillars and the glass door as usual, and stood there for a little while remembering Sarah. As this year I'd been asked to send a photo of the flowers to a new tribute website, I took a couple of pics, drawing the attention of two ladies passing by the theatre. One of them asked me in an American accent "Excuse me, were you taking a picture of the bouquet?"
I replied yes. She said she'd noticed the name Sarah Kane on the card and been interested as she's currently coaching a young actress to perform 4.48 Psychosis in Paris. "Is it an anniversary or something?"
"She died 10 years ago today," I said.
"Are the flowers from you?" I confirmed they were. "Did you know her?" she asked.
I told her I'd met her a couple of times and was a great enthusiast of hers. The lady was delighted with that and we talked for a little while. She said she'd seen Isabelle Huppert's performance of 4.48 in Paris and it had been excellent, and I wished her every success with coaching the girl.
Most years I just lay my flowers and go, but today it felt right to go into the theatre bar and have a drink for her. They served several beers I like including Budvar and Nastro Azzurro, but I hadn't had a Belgian Trappist beer for ages so had to go for a Duvel. I found a table and raised my glass to Sarah.
I was sitting just under the chalked food menu. The Royal Court's food has an excellent reputation and I was almost tempted by the lovely-sounding coq au vin, but today wasn't about grub and in truth I couldn't have justified £10.49 at the moment. I vowed to return when my finances are healthier, take in a play (maybe when Miranda Richardson appears there in May) and try the food at the same time.
I thought of the possibility of completing my homage by seeing Sarah's memorial seat in the main auditorium, but that wasn't possible as there was a rehearsal on.
Back at Waterloo, got served quickly at the Bagel Factory and was able to sprint across to the platform bang opposite, where, fortunately, the Portsmouth train was, and get on board microseconds before the doors closed.
Got to go read Crave.
