25th October, 2009 - Disappointments 4

The fourth in this series of my disappointments is the crapppy review I got for my own play this year. I have to say that this was balanced with a brilliant review, and to be honest I’d rather pick up reviews at the extremes than get 3 stars all the way. However, I cannot tell a lie – it sucks big time to get criticised.

When you think about it, in your adult life – or certainly in mine – it is fairly rare to get criticised. Maybe in a job appraisal, if you have one of these newfangled management structures. In my line of work, where I am my own boss, the closest you get to it is if you get a complaint from a client I guess.

But you don’t generally get criticised for your hobbies. I mean, if you took a yoga class, you wouldn’t like it if someone from the Guardian came in and gave you two stars in Monday’s paper and said “Her costume was reasonably pleasing, but I’m afraid she’s about as flexible as a brick, and frankly less agreeable to the eye.” You would be particularly unhappy if you learned that the critic had never ever done yoga, but had spent many hours watching yoga videos whilst sitting on their fat arse eating fish suppers.