York Mystery Plays 2012: Andrew

Posted on 12 November 2012 | Audio, Narrative

I’ve lived in York, it will be 29 years this year.

I’ve been here all my life, but I’ve been to university twice; and the first time was in Leeds, which in terms of scale, because Leeds is so much bigger than York, it seems that everybody lives in the surrounding areas, in all the villages like Bishopthorpe and Acomb and then go into the city, and because it’s quite localised, you can walk from one end of the city to the other in the space of about ten to fifteen minutes.

Not a day goes by when I don’t wander across and see somebody that I know either from the Mystery Plays, or from uni or from school that I haven’t seen in many years, and it’s just like, “Oh, hello”.  It’s very localised, so for someone who likes a quieter life, which I do, it’s a lot easier to handle than being in Leeds or London or these places I’ve been to for work experience. I enjoy it more which is why I stayed, just because my family’s here as well which is always convenient.

This is the first one I did. It was fate more than anything; I studied in York St John’s the second time round and I did film and TV. I was just looking for something creative to do after I’d been down to London and Leeds and done these various work experience jobs but nothing for a decent length of time.

This came up because I was trying to get to Monks Cross; there was an accident on one side of the A64 and you couldn’t get anywhere. So, the following day, a friend of mine bought the paper and explained what happened with this crash, but in the paper was the York Mystery Plays, and it was just a little thing in the top left hand corner and I thought, “Ah, that’s something creative” and it was just there and I thought, “Oh, I’ll do it.”

I thought it would be in the Minster, but it’s not; it’s outside. I’ve only been in the Minster once, and that was when I graduated from. That was the first time I’d ever been, and I thought I’ll get to go again, but I’m now doing something which is in the gardens, so it was more fate than anything; more accident than design.