I’ve been thinking about gold, and the meaning of it quite a bit over the past week or so since the Olympics took over our lives.
For me, whenever I think of gold, I think of being 18 and scoring a job with the Oxford Playhouse Company in a season that included Edward Woodward, Leo McKern, and the wonderful Judi Dench.
During The Merchant of Venice I was elevated from floor sweeper and dogsbody to be the gold casket bearer while Bassanio gave his casket speech.
I was dressed in a fetching golden Elizabethan costume.
Every night, I would listen to Bassanio while every night he dismissed me: Therefore, thou gaudy gold, hard food for Midas, I will none of thee…
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