…Bloody sticky situations

1. Bloody hell.  It was the dress rehearsal for an amateur theatre show of my favourite age-inappropriate role.  Mid-scene, I was bellowing at my stage husband, “Why don’t you love me?” and charged towards him.  I felt my bare foot slip.  The scene continued towards its tender ending, when I noticed my foot was sticking to the old, splintery floorboards on the stage.  At blackout, I went off stage and into the fluro-lit kitchen of the hall – drip, drip, drip went my blood onto the off-white lino.  I didn’t even feel pain until that moment.  Just stickiness.

2. ‘Reel Blood’.  I was playing a psycho in a short horror film.  I had to beat someone up.  The ‘blood’ we used was corn syrup-based.  Someone may have got it on the antiques in the old Victorian mansion we were filming in.  I’m just saying.

3. A thing about blood.  Be warned, some things stick and won’t leave – in this case, it’s the title song from Into the Woods.  Mthrfckr.