Last night was 'Script Cafe' at the Arts Centre in Pontadawe, a village nestling in the Black Mountain, between Swansea and Ystradgynlais. Giving so much geographical detail is relevant because it's near to one of the notorious schools that Rhys worked in when he first graduated as a young art teacher. It's one of the settings used for 'The Unmade Bed,' a play I've adapted from a short story I wrote based on his experiences in the mid 1960s. Last month and last night the play got a short reading. Dafydd, the Rhys character, has trouble at school with the headmaster, the children, in his love life and with Mrs Jenkins, his landlady. Last night Rhys, who reads the part of Dafydd had to pee into a milk bottle on stage and hide it in Mrs J's wardrobe.
I must say his acting skills are coming on a treat. But, after listening to Kit Lambert talk about adapting Gullivers Travels for Hijinx Theatre, I'm going to have to take a razor to the narration. Sorry Rhys!