Wilde Theatre - by Neil Titley
Performance and News
Cider with Bosie: Continuation of the trip to North Carolina. My hostess Elizabeth drove me back into Southern Pines later in the afternoon. “After where you’ve been staying, my home will seem very humble.” In fact, it was an attractive […]
After an exploratory foray to Boston four years earlier, the tours of 2001 represented the main campaign in the USA. For a start, they were sorted and planned to the last hour – well, that was the idea. The English […]
R.Y. Britannia 1994 October: Friday At 9 30am, I was half-awoken by the sound of more bells outside in the corridor; they sounded subtly different to the fire alarm bell, so I turned over and dozed off again. Ten minutes […]
R.Y.Britannia by Table Mountain, South Africa 1994 October: Thursday I was woken at 7am by a steward with the cheery news that we were now travelling near to the Wash and that although we had a calm sea at present, […]
The Royal Yacht Britannia THE NORTH SEA – 1994 / ROYAL YACHT BRITANNIA Owing to pure chance, I received an invitation to travel on the Britannia in October of 1994. Initially, this had nothing to do with the Wilde show […]
[The story so far – on a trip to Jordan the hotel that was meant to provide accommodation and a venue for NJT’s Wilde show has been blown up by an Al Qaeda bomb.] November 2005: Friday The next thirty-six […]
JORDAN – November 2005 An unexpected coda to the Bahrain trip occurred almost exactly ten years later. This time there had been no planning and was an accidental result of a birthday present from my son Sean. He gave me […]
After a siesta, I returned to the Veneziano at 5pm to carry out a technical check. Outside the windows, the camel had arrived for the evening pool-side party and was nonchalantly chewing a sun-lounger. Stephen was frowning at him and […]
At 5pm, I brushed down the Wilde costume in the hotel bedroom and started to prepare mentally for the show. Suddenly, the lights in the room failed. ‘What the hell’s going on?’ After fifteen minutes, an Indian waiter arrived with […]
April 1995: Monday The euphoric feeling of last night lingered as I drew back the curtains in the morning. The view far below was idyllic. The square white buildings along the shoreline nestled in the sun, as a few tiny […]