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Since then, I’ve wanted to speak to other theatre-makers whose work contemplates death, to see if I might have missed something in what they say about being alive, because “appreciation of life” isn’t something I often feel.Jo Bannon was the first to come to mind, partly because she’s brilliant and I adore her, partly because my experience of her work Dead Line was fraught and I’ve always wanted another conversation with her about it.And because Every One is being staged in the Council Chamber at BAC, there’s a sense in which he’s thinking of the production as calling a meeting to discuss how we die, and how we don’t talk about dying, and there’s no way of preparing for dying.He’s also told us about a conversation he had with Jo Clifford in which the two of them saw a poster for the National Childbirth Trust, and Jo said: “Isn’t it extraordinary that we have lessons to learn how to give birth, but there are no lessons to learn how to die? I caveat all of this with it began quite a long time ago, so I might be vague or untruthful with the answers because I might not remember.There was a questionnaire, and my answers led me to a conversation with a death “specialist”: perhaps someone who works in cancer care, or someone who works in a funeral parlour.We chatted for a few minutes, and after hanging up the phone I was led to another room, also empty, but brighter, painted white, open in feel.I felt it was telling me about how it might be when my mum dies, and how it might be when I die: I didn’t catch it telling me what to do with myself in between.That realisation struck on the first day in the rehearsal room, listening to the cast read through it: I heard it so differently through their mouths and brains.

I remember – and this was practical, because they had nowhere else to put me – being allowed to sit in that room, and it’s such a powerful memory for me.Lucy was talking about turning 30 and having never seen a dead body or never seen anyone die: presumably her grandparents had died but she wasn’t there, she wasn’t invited, she wasn’t in direct contact.Whereas I have a really strong memory of watching my grandmother die when I was about 7 or 8.It was a labour, like a birthing labour, it took energy and time.And when she finally did die, again the room changed, the feeling in the room was just different.

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