Being Mercutio

Don't mind me, just letting off a bit of steam ... in a medium that anyone can read ... open forum ... open to ridcule ... I have no shame ... alright, just a little bit. After all, what is the point of venting if you can't do it in 'public?' And I don't mean vent in the commonly accepted negative definition, I mean venting in any format, nature and purpose.

A bit like Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet who, let's face it, loves the sound of his own voice, relishes showing off with sometimes baffling metaphysical acrobatics and knows exactly where his off switch is yet denies to ever use it. He vents his fanciful ideas at the drop of the hat taking both the limelight and everyones else's sanity for a very long ride. He would be comparable to the three Lord of the Rings Movies (extended versions) in that they are full of incredible language and way too long. The only difference was that the Lord of the Rings was also good.

Heck, even in death the man can not stop his spring loaded jaws from flapping with some bravado nonsense about being scratched to death. If you listen carefully you'll hear him still running on and on.

So the question is why did I get cast in the part, apart from that being one of my four options? I mean, that's not me at all. Quiet little me, wouldn't say 'boo' to a goose, sitting in the corner, trying to looking invisible...

Who the heck am I kidding! Can anyone say Typecasting?

> Oy! Taxi! Get me outta here.

http://www.theatre.asn.au/production/2008/romeo_juliet