Muse of Fire!
A happy accident places me on stage at Shakespeare's Globe for the first time in 20 years. I seize the opportunity to make a speech.
A- is a fellow bardophile, and a close friend who is travelling from New York to London on a business-related pretext. His true purpose is to spend time at Shakespeare’s Globe.
He knows that I share his soft spot for Shakespeare.1
I want all three bits. All 3 of them. The lot.
The first thing I do when I leave high school in New Zealand is work in a cafe to save enough money to buy get on a plane and present myself at Shakespeare’s Globe and request/demand an unpaid internship.
These are the days before people organized this kind of thing via email, and my attempts to win approval via official channels get lost in the post or something - I really can’t remember.
Patrick Spottiswoode is head of Globe Education and finds himself obliged to deal with me. In the restaurant, I recall, though I don’t know how I moved this conversation forward from the lobby.
P: So, you’ve come over from New Zeal…