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Process: In Seven Steps

October 5, 2015 |  by  |  Writing  |  Share

For the last eight or nine weeks plus I have been carrying around several battered up versions of a script by Uther Dean called The Presentation Of Findings From My Scientific Survey Of The First 7500 Days Of My Life Done In The Interest Of Showing You How To Live Better Lives.  It has been the perfect unruly little companion to my mad obsession with theatre and it’s full of words.



Words scare me.  They can be little tyrants.  They only behave properly if you meet them on their terms and let them rule you instead of trying the wrestle them down.  Like a bear they will destroy the house of meaning you think you’re building and won’t do you any favours in return.  They are a two year old and today is their birthday.

Let them decide how they want to be said.  Load them up with too many suitcases and they will drag their feet and make you miss your flight.  Don’t get out of their way and they threaten to mean too much or too little depending on the weather. But if you back off them without any less love they will open up an infinite number of universes of an infinite number of possibilities for an infinite number of meanings.



I don’t want you to come.  I don’t want to open the show.  I don’t, because this is the stage when I love it the most.  Unfinished.  Unpolished.  Unrefined.  Imperfect.  Deformed like a baby with one foot bigger than the other.  A massive pile of tangled up electric wire.  Its brain isn’t fully formed yet.  It’s flawed and messy and a bit swampy.  Its nose is running and it hasn’t noticed. I haven’t figured it all out yet.  I love it like this.  I love it like this because it’s closest to how I see the world.  Uncertain.  Unknowing.  So much work still to do and running out of Time to do it.

I wish the show could stay in this awkward state of tension forever.  Almost done, but not quite.  As soon as it knows what it is it will behave like an arrogant business man.  Right now it’s gangly teenage monster.  It’s already late for school, but it still decided to stop in the middle of a busy town square and close their eyes to feel the sun on their skin.

Let’s never finish this thing.



Be Lost> Stay Lost.

Be Formless>Stay Formless.

Be Anti-Virtuosic>Stay Anti-Virtuosic.

Be Unpolished>Stay Unpolished.

Be Unfocused>Stay Unfocused.

Be An Awkward 3 Way Handshake> Stay An Awkward 3 Way Handshake

Be Catastrophic>Stay Catastrophic.

Be A Disaster>Stay A Disaster.



They love dancing.  They start doing it as soon as they walk in the room.  I shine a light and they chase it.  They try not to be too sexy.  They do hand solos, knee solos, foot solos, eye solos, they chase their shadows across the space.  One day I play a song, something by Talking Heads, I think, and I tell them they are not allowed to dance.  They skulk around the space full of a desire to  dance.  I tell them they can only dance if they dance as hard as possible and they all decide together when is the right moment.  They go from zero to ten to zero to ten to zero.  Each time they hit zero they are panting.    Waiting impatiently for the next opportunity to dance and being terrible at hiding this intention.  Skulking and panting but still full up with the joy and desire of the Young to dance.



I remember winning and losing.  I remember trap doors, slamming.  I remember the word Time. I remember water in her knees.  I remember dragging on a big black cloak.  I remember staying calm and being saved.  I remember not being able to sit on a chair.  I remember cute hot feet.  I remember putting a flower in her hand.  I remember working so hard to wrangle every cable and hold up every microphone.  I remember a theremin. I remember me and Ash just driving.  I remember things breaking apart.  I remember people stranded on islands.  I remember words on a wall.  I remember ducks and kittens in Space.  I remember the LED glasses. I remember a conga line.




We didn’t touch the words for a whole week.

We lost control.

We bled.

We made a big mess.

We felt cold and bored and frustrated.

We went too far.

We could have hurt someone.

We did some really stupid things.

We followed  fun in stead of logic.

We played games in stead of working.

We started at 10am in stead of 9am.

We kicked boxes and threw shit.

We turned off the lights at every opportunity.

We jumped over tables.

We took the piss out of Shakespeare.

We were always late.

We spent a lot of time lying down with our heads together staring at the ceiling

We watched this and this and this and this in stead of Doctor Who.

We put too many cocks in the slideshow.



We can’t stop you from coming.  The inevitability of your arrival looms like a swarm of birds sweeping in from the side, circling then lining up in perfectly formed rows.

In which case, we promise we will not ignore you.  We will look at you.  We will find our solace in you.  We will ask your permission before we do things.  We will talk to you.  We won’t hurt you.  We will sit next you, especially if you come by yourself.  We welcome you with our deformed, imperfect, mismatched, gangly, sun kissed monster arms to watch our catastrophe.


The Presentation Of My Findings From The First 7500 Days Of My LifeDone In The Interest Of Showing You How To Live Better Lives by Uther Dean BOOK HERE NOW!

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The First 7500 Days Of My Life by Uther Dean

October 5, 2015 |  by  |  Direction & Collaboration, Upcoming  |  Share

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Young and Hungry 2015 present:

“The Presentation of Findings from My Scientific Survey of the First 7500 Days of My Life, Done in the Interest of Showing You How to Live Better Lives”

Written by Uther Dean, and Directed by Nisha Madhan.

Production Stills

Some people collect stamps, some people play sports, and some people undertake in-depth scientific surveys for each day of their entire lives. Let’s just say that Max Addison doesn’t collect stamps or play sports. The presentation of the findings from Max’s survey, findings that could indeed be literally considered their life’s work, will be a momentous occasion. To not attend such a momentous occasion could easily be construed as oafish or unthinking. Max is certain that you will wish to avoid this pitfall.

Starring: Saraid Cameron, Arlo Gibson, Anthony Crum, Ravi Gurunathan, Andrew Gunn, and Doug Grant.

8.30pm. Mon-Sat.

Direction Assistance / Ash Jones
Set / Christine Urquhart w/ Sarah Kirk, Shiloh Dobie, Lizzie Morris
Sound / Thomas Press
Lighting / Rachel Marlow w/ Jack Dryden & Liam McDonald-Lurch
Costume / Fraser Mildon w/ Tori Manley, Melissa Peacock & Francesca Wilson
AV / Stephen Bain