ABSTRACT
An actor I know was once called up by a casting director and told that she was wanted to play the small part of a nun. Could she travel up to Scotland from London that night? Of course, she said yes, and a page of script with a few lines for the nun arrived just before she set out for the station. The train arrived in the north, where she went straight to a hotel. Early the next morning, she was dressed as a nun, driven across wild roads and windswept moors and delivered to a field where there was a film crew. A man wandered up, vaguely greeted her and said that she was to stand on this mark, a car would drive up, and the dialogue would be delivered. As he wandered away she called after him (for he was the director), “You did want a Scottish accent, didn’t you?” “Sure-Action!”
