Dear Diary

I was recently in Black Box Fire's production of Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde. I played Sir Edward Clarke, Wilde's attorney. There were a few sections in the play where I simply sat at a table and took 'notes' of the proceedings. Sometimes I just wrote down the lines other people were actually saying, this helped me focus and not lose my place, so I did this if I knew I had a line coming up. But there were a few long sections in which I had ample time to write diary entries from the point of view of Sir Edward Clarke. Here are some of those diary entires from Sir Edward's notebook from the production.

Dear Diary,
I've got to get my hands on a copy of that Chameleon magazine. I can tell from where I sit that there are a lot off good pictures in that magazine. From this angle, the way Carson holds the book, I can see pictures of pirates. And I love pirates. Ever since I was a small boy, I've longed for the life of a pirate, the life at sea, peg legs, an eye patch. Oh and I love parrots.


Dear Diary,
Court would be a much happier place, and more pleasant if we were able to drink wine during the proceedings. Everyone would be cheery, relaxed and probably more likely to tell the truth, making the whole process much shorter.
Perhaps I will bring this up when I am given the honour of being able to warm the bench as they say. First comes knighthood, then comes Mr. Justice.
S.E.C

Dear Diary,
I cannot help but think that 'Dorian Grey' may be a code name for L.A.D, or Lord Alfred Douglas; and that 'Basil' may actually be Oscar Wilde. This would mean that Oscar is an artist, not a poet, and that he painted a picture of L. Alfred Dougie, that is showing his true colours and aging somewhere. I'm making it my task to find that painting.
-S.E.C


There are more...but I'll save those for another time.