William McGonagall also performed with friends The Scottish Play at a theatre in Dundee. The theatre asked for the house money up front as they thought that there would be a situation where it was so bad that the audience would ask for a refund of money they did not have.
It turned out to be so bad that it was good as a comedy. In the scene where a character was killed in a sword fight. He put up such a fight that the result looked as though it would be reversed.
Now believe it or not ... I also attended a performance of The Scottish Play ** that we were doing., long ago, for GCSE (or what it was called then). Our whole class attended. Mainstream big city theatre. It was probably the best comedy I have ever seen on the stage. It was actually one of the preliminary (cheap) performances, before the official first night of the run.
- In the classic scene, Lady M's candle blew out, so she had to perform the soliloquy to ... nothing.
- B (you know who) is stabbed, and falls with "he has killed me mother". And the interval curtain comes down. Alas, B's foot is still sticking out, which is overcome with a deft flick backwards - and muffled laughter.
- B, as well-known, later returns as a ghostly figure, moving light-as-air across the stage. Alas, the ghost trips and nearly falls over ...
- Very modern, 1970s-style set, abstract columns etc let up and down on ropes in sequence. At one point up went the columns, down went the backcloth - and there was a huge ripping noise as the backcloth was torn, presumably trapped up top by the columns, and hung down in shards for the rest of the performance.
- Our English master, the following day in class, looks to summarise the performance. "Well, there were ... certain challenges for the cast" he says, repressing a smile. Whereupon we are allowed 30 seconds of pantomiming speaking to a non-existent candle, or a range of puns about "trip".
- ... but what he (hopefully) didn't know :
We were up on the top level, in the cheap seats, of course. At the interval we look over the balcony. Directly below is a man with a completely bald head. The most indisciplined of us, Bruce X (yes, you, Brucie) ostentatiously takes aim, and sends his whole ice cream down, accelerating at 1g. I have to say it was a brilliant shot. Half a dozen faces, in full school uniform, very rapidly retreated from the balcony edge before anyone could look upwards.
So sorry to have completely diverted the thread. I'll delete it if you lot wish. But yes, none is made up, and it was all at the same performance.
** : For those unfamiliar, this is a well-known Shakespeare play, where traditionally it is considered very unlucky to say the name. Hence the euphemism. Rowan Atkinson made a whole Blackadder scene out of this.