You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


juliana - Sep 19, 2008 9:35:30 am PDT #6062 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Bev, I got mixed up. Peter Firth played the boy, and Hopkins played the psych. [link]


DavidS - Sep 19, 2008 9:36:00 am PDT #6063 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Ye of little Wikipedia...

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The play was originally staged at the Royal National Theatre at the Old Vic in London in 1973. It was directed by John Dexter and starred Alec McCowen as psychiatrist Martin Dysart and Peter Firth as Alan Strang, the young patient. In 1976 it transferred to the Albery Theatre with Colin Blakely playing Dysart. It was also presented on Broadway at the Plymouth Theatre with Anthony Hopkins and Peter Firth.

Later on, Tom Hulce played the role of Alan Strang, and Anthony Perkins replaced Hopkins as Martin Dysart. Perkins was briefly replaced by Richard Burton for the star's return to Broadway for a limited run. Perkins resumed the part when Burton's run ended. Other actors to play Dysart in the Broadway production were Leonard Nimoy and McCowen.

The play received a Tony Award for Best Play in 1975 and for John Dexter's direction. Firth was nominated for Best Actor but lost the award to John Kani and Winston Ntshona for the double bill of Sizwe Banzi is Dead and The Island.


Sophia Brooks - Sep 19, 2008 9:36:43 am PDT #6064 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I skipped right over Anthony Hopkins because I was reading it Anthony Perkins!


Beverly - Sep 19, 2008 9:37:02 am PDT #6065 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Thanks guys. And I apologize for the unfortunate verb! Yah, Firth, not Finch.


Nora Deirdre - Sep 19, 2008 9:45:28 am PDT #6066 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

And I know you know this but being on the dose you need is not failure! It's taking care of yourself.

So very much this, vw.


Scrappy - Sep 19, 2008 9:51:30 am PDT #6067 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I saw it with Perkins and Hulce--and from stage seats. An amazing night in the theater.


meara - Sep 19, 2008 10:04:29 am PDT #6068 of 10001

Aww, VW, if it was any other med, you wouldn't be excoriating yourself. I'm trying to taper off a blood pressure med that stopped working for my migraines back in JANUARY, but I'm still freakin on. I've been tapering off it since MAY, but it's taking forever, because whenever I try to go down a bit, it gives me headaches (yes, it stopped preventing migraines, but going off it GIVES me migraines). I'm finally down to the next-to-last dose, but I'm afraid I'll never be actually off it. It's annoying as heck...but it's not a *personal* failure....and neither is your drug.


DavidS - Sep 19, 2008 10:05:26 am PDT #6069 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I saw it with Perkins and Hulce--and from stage seats. An amazing night in the theater.

I love Scrappy's stories of NYC theater in the seventies.

She saw Burn This with Malkovich and Joan Allen!

EM is like this for ballet in the 60s and 70s. She saw everybody when ballet was at its pinnacle.


EpicTangent - Sep 19, 2008 10:07:23 am PDT #6070 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

hahah thanks! Somebody said it to me at this party:

Well, flickr's blocked at work, I'll check later. Until then, I remain boggled.


Burrell - Sep 19, 2008 10:08:38 am PDT #6071 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

mmm I'm jealous Scrappy.