Spent the last few days scanning ten years’ worth of pre-digital photos and memorabilia of our theatre and film-making… Edinburgh and Brighton festivals, one woman shows, cabarets, first forays into student film… Discovered a leaflet showing that our cabaret performance at one Edinburgh Fringe Sunday was compered by Frankie Boyle.
With all the theatre and film photos scanned, I went onto That Box – you know, the one every house has, where the packs of printed photos always went just while you got around to putting them in an album with helpful notes as to when, where, who, why… And then you finally do look at them and realise that time has passed while they’ve been sitting there.
It’s the backgrounds and the details that are often so interesting – that coat I’d forgotten I had, the top I STILL have, the carpet and wood chip wallpaper that went how many years ago, that spot in the garden before I planted the little bush that is now a HUGE tree. People and pets no longer with us.
And then into the box of old diaries to try to do the linking up and working out what went where. And realising that the 90s were all about being an immigration officer, theatre making and travelling, and the 00s and teens were all about being a trainer, film making and running a business.
Haven’t even begun to face the thousands of digital photos yet…
How can one house contain so many photos … ? PH