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So I thought I should: Announce

11/02/18


So I thought I should: Announce

‘The Sea’ is wending its wonderful way to a theatre near you. If, that is, you live on Euston Road.

We’re three weeks into rehearsals and looking forward to opening on March 1 @ The Camden People’s Theatre. Interviews, press releases, email exchanges to infinity. Soullessly using your friends for your own selfish ambitions. It’s all fair in love and theatre.

I return to the blog only to leave again. From the bottomless well that is the wisdom of C Dougan, I take the advice ‘Do guest-blogging. People love talking about themselves.’

And from this comes the new season of ‘So I Thought I’: different perspectives from different people. I have contacted a bunch of people, some from London, some new to London, some having left, some having just arrived.

Our inaugural blogger, Mania Lewandowska, moved to London in September 2016 from Warsaw. Her blog will open our series on Tuesday.

Watch. This. Space.

"I found out about pollution online. I didn’t know about it before. I thought it was just morning stuff. You know. Like the world still has sleep in its eyes and its still burning off the water of the night. But it’s not. It’s pollution." (Act 2, Scene 3)

Tickets to ‘The Sea’: https://www.cptheatre.co.uk/production/the-sea/
Follow us: @TheSeaPlay
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