Janette Foggo

'December 1977. Boxing Day and still hungover from Christmas Day, I got an urgent call from a friend working on stage management at The Little Lyceum. An actress, Ghislaine Rump, had had an injury and could I take over THAT evening. The part: Azorah in Tobias and the Angel. I was picked up in a taxi, transported through to Edinburgh and rehearsed the scenes at which point Calum Mill, the director, said, 'That's all great, now this is the bit where you do the belly dance!' 13 verses of belly dance! 
The beauty of the theatre. Magnificent Stage Management. Magnificent wardrobe department. Practising on the wonderful slightly out of kilter set for Rebecca so I could enter The Upstairs Gallery as Mrs Danvers and then walk down the magnificent staircase without once looking at my feet. Burning Manderley.
The Breathing House by Peter Arnott. Kenny's last production. The perspective of the theatre feeling changed by Calum Colvin's beautiful set. Entering with Ronnie Simon between the two revolves and the theatre feeling strange and dark. Burning Edinburgh Old Town down.
Oedipus performed in an arena where the stalls usually are. Running up the inside of my costume while trying to get onto a cube and presenting Michael McKenzie's Creon with a strange humpbacked creature who couldn't speak.
The Clearing with Stellar Quines in a stockade. Watching Victory and wanting to go round to the stage door at the interval and ask if I could just go on at the back as a passing peasant, just for the joy of being in it.
Watching Baywatch in The Green Room on matinee days during The Steamie ! Don't deny it. You were all there. You know who you are. Beautiful props and masks and creepy hands in The Princess and The Goblin.

Janette Foggo

Tags: 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, Text