Big trouble this morning. John lost his temper and told us the only reason we got picked from the auditions was that he wanted an 'upward curve' in the quality of productions. He called us 'second raters'. Huw burst into tears and John called him a 'wuss'. John talked to me privately later and told me that he hates me. It all started when I commented on a pair of sparkly socks he was wearing. Sharon is in rehab. They're replacing all her blood. I talked to a well known Welsh actor yesterday and he disparaged the whole production. He was lying on the pavement outside a city pub. I think he'd soiled his trousers. My mental state is deteriorating. I have become aware that some people who read these blogs are under the impression that I am being ironic. Nothing could be further from the truth. It's just that when you've been kicked around long enough hatred just spills out of you ... by 'you' I mean 'me' of course. So keep your analysis to yourselves. Ollie just exposed himself to me. Its the first act of friendship I've had from any of the cast since sharon let me use her spoon on the first day of rehearsals. To hell with them. I don't need them. All the best Donald McGreggor.
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