miladydewinter

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...