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27 October 2004

:: Sad and Spent ::

The Man Who Came To Dinner went well, but I'm now suffering from exhaustion after spending most of the past 5 days in one theatre or another, painting, knob-twiddling and trying to ignore the belly-aching of the Director and Designer. The first night of Midsummer Night's Dream was a success and now I'm back at work. So, a shameless plug for what I believe to be a great show (and my first professional theatrical outing):
All the obvious donkey jokes are in there...

So, I'm just sat here staring into middle-distance, munching on a morsel of Green & Black's Maya Gold and pondering yesterday's sad news. Still makes me want to cry...

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