Oh god! suddenly it's King Arthur week 3, Father Christmas week 2, and I might be doing panto in Hereford next. Just imagine: three weeks of Dick Whittington, in November, in a town I'm not sure where is (somewhere near the edge of Wales?) Actually I'd love to do it, rats, cats, dames, comedy baddies. this is the stuff of dreams 
shows are like buses. you wait all summer for one, then as soon as it's autumn three turn up all at once and shower you with puddle water
... well, the buses would.
not the plays...
um...
shows are like buses. you wait all summer for one, then as soon as it's autumn three turn up all at once and shower you with puddle water
... well, the buses would.
not the plays...
um...
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Good luk
>K<
I'm actually using the 'leave and hope' mentality.
I do believe you sent me a welcome boquet when I first joined SG a while ago (a computerised one) although admittedly I've changed my profile pic since then!