Private Resistance: Inky Fingers

It's not as easy as you might think to get a train from Cambridge to Ipswich and arrive by 10am. I am a 3^rd year drama student at Anglia Ruskin University, Cambridge and I'm doing work experience at Eastern Angles for a module called Enterprise in the Creative Arts. And so far I've not managed to get here before half ten, silly railside fires and delayed trains meaning missing my connections.

When I arrive I disturb Sarah (the queen of the printer/photocopier I have since found out) in the office and we go on a hunt for Penny, the Stage Manager, who gives me the script to read, I don't manage to get very far as the actors are having a break and we introduce ourselves (there's another Frances, an actor in the cast, exciting stuff!) and then listening to what professional actors talk about gets far too interesting...

I have become the German printing press for the show, making notices ordering peoples deaths and ID cards splattered with swastikas. Even tea - staining maps to make them appear old. Today I did my bit for the British side, making leaflets with a printing press saying ‘Don't give up the fight for freedom'. It's a fiddly process placing tiny letters in a block and then trying to print without loosing some of the letters, they don't all seem to be the same height, and in the process getting very inky fingers, which may hang around into next week. 

I've been keeping a "diary" of my time here, but I didn't think I'd be writing ‘blogging' in today's entry.

More to come.

Frances Lamb