:: And the rain it raineth every day ::

So much to say, so little time.

The production of Twelfth Night came off well, bar having to cancel Saturday night mid-performance. The rain had become so torrential, that we and the audience could no longer hear. My Dad went home very wet after seeing me on stage for a mere 10 minutes. Fortunately most people who had come to that performance were able to take advantage of the free tickets we offered them for the following day. This meant that our final performance was in the sun, with a bumper audience of about 200.

The other :: Big News :: of the day is that I might well be set to direct a play in October. I'm still trying to arrange all this, but the present set-up is that I would be putting on Shakers by John Godber and Jane Thornton. It's all about 4 waitresses who work in a cocktail bar and the clientele attracted to their "classy joint". I'm very excited about the possibility of putting it on and will post more soon. In the meantime, I shall be using this Boring Journal Generator to fool you into believing that I still exist.

And where would I be without my usual blatant plagiarising? Here's a pun-tastic b3ta classic:

Before I love you and leave you, another random generator from those journal regurgitators. This one helps you produce whiny premenstrual songs which then go on to storm the charts on both sides of the Atlantic. Which can only be a good thing, surely?