I went on vacation. That should be obvious from the picture of the 17th-century royal crest I found in the subterranean crypt of an Irish Protestant church. I know it screams "kickin' back."
It had been three years since my last escape from New York, when I went to the North of England and discovered the Withnail house. Those of you who know what I'm talking about, know how huge that was.
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2009. In front of the abandoned house used to shoot Crow Crag. |
I ran the gamut of tribulations during my last three years in New York, to a point where I would not feel totally wrong using the word "Dickensian" to describe them. (Prolonged infirmity, dislocation, and creepy houses overrun with vermin make me feel okay about using such a term. Luckily I avoided any workhouses, orphanages or guillotines.) However, one of the high points of this year was my getting to go on as Stanley Stubbers in the Broadway production of "One Man, Two Guvnors" on one glorious August afternoon. It pretty much made my life. Observe life-made face:
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Me in "One Man, Two Guvnors" on Broadway with James Corden |
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