Bentwater Roads: Jogging Along.

Ivan, my 77 year old landlord, not our director, knocked on my door at 9am and we headed off to Christchurch Park for a jog. Ivan kept me chuckling constantly on my way round the park. I did an extra circuit as he headed back to the house.

Back in the rehearsal room at the Social Club Nadia and Peter were working hard to fit Peter into the several Mal and Charlie scenes. I got a call for an audition for a TV Series in America called Spartacus and tried to arrange an audition around our very busy rehearsal schedule for the upcoming week. Friday morning looks like a potential goer, if not it will have to be sent in by tape.

At one I headed in to do the Commander/Pilot scene with Peter. Peter had obviously been working hard the night before as the scene had an extra burst of energy in it and he was starting to look bold and confident in his performance. I just have to reiterate how much of an outstanding job he's doing, he's almost off book already and seems to be baring the stress with composure and calm.

In the afternoon we ran the second half of the play, then sat down for notes from that run and yesterday afternoons run of act one.

Everything seems to be coming into line, now all that's left is to slot the show into the hush hanger and streamline the transitions and crank up the pace, find the best rhythm for the play overall and we'll be cooking with the proverbial gas. Basically it's time for the technical week and that's exactly what we'll start doing.

We piled the rehearsal gear, props and carpet and chairs into the back of the enormous van ready for a relocation for the evening rehearsals. A swift farewell to what has been our rehearsal space for the past four weeks. Much thanks to Fred and the Social Club.

In the evening we shifted out to Bentwaters Airbase with the community chorus. The hush house had transformed completely, it looked rock star ready, with a large sexy set of lighting trusses rigged and ready, the 200 raked seating platforms pointing towards the set, metallic trees made from scaff-poles and wire netting, the symbolic river bed, the vw parked ready for its dramatic entrance and the technical crew still busy putting the final touches on the space.

Slowly and with much care we did the hard work of going back over the transitions and set movements for act one. You would be mistaken to believe it's a quick an easy job, we started at 6:30pm and by 10pm we had just finished the first act.

Sleepy we headed back to our digs to drop into a deep sleep, ready for the Saturday day rehearsal. The ever so kind and thoughtful Penny dropped us all off at our digs, cars and nearest supermarkets - much obliged Penny, thank you.