This blog may go a bit thesp for the next few weeks. Normal rubbish about children, church and wireless should resume eventually.
Monday night we had a frock-fest. Nearly everyone else gets to wear a skirt, with a bit of Elizabethan padding known (in the theatre at least) as a bum-roll.
Anne as Elizabeth I looks "like a knitted toilet roll holder" according to one observer (which is apparently more or less the effect we're aiming for).
Dermot looks fine in his bum-roll as Dame Grosslady, but he will have to lose the beard apparently.
And then there's the question of my beard. I'm going to have to do something goatee and Elizabethan-or- with it
Luckily there's plenty of pix online, as the Guardian runs an article about what Shakespeare really looked like.
My searches for Elizabeth Beards lead me to a play called The Beard of Avon an American play which sounds a good enough proposition for someone to have a go at over here. The idea is that bumbling-but-good-with-couplets Will Shakespeare runs away with the theatre, to get away from his wife, and ends up in London, where he becomes a "beard" for prominent people who want their plays put on anonymously - starting with the Earl of Oxford, obviously including Bacon and finally even Queen Bess, who write The Taming of the Shrew.