For some reason people are picking up on 'Some of Your Planes'. Apparently it was played on BBC Radio 4 this morning. Isn't that the radio station for older people? Anyone would think I wasn't hip and happening...
Apologies for the lack of blog yesterday - things got a little heavy rehearsing for the evening's show and I was unable to string a sentence together. Mungo's brother Adrian broke into Mungo's shed and brought the 8 foot paddle into town in time for the performance.
The show went fine, in case you're wondering. Although I nearly didn't find the paddle in time because it had been moved from the place where I set it. I also forgot the words to one of my songs but managed to make up some nonsense that fitted the tune, and even rhymed. No-one ever listens to the lyrics in any case. A good tune is all you need. I'm starting to realise that the rest can be 'sha-la-la' for all it's worth. Mungo lost his own body weight in sweat having to operate the sound and lights.
Jilly's TV job interview went well this week, I'm unhappy to say. But I managed to bribe her to maybe stick around with us after the show last night with some red wine and a pork pie, forgetting momentarily she is a vegetarian. It was lovely to see Peter - our man in the city - who clearly has his finger in many pies at the moment, but sadly he couldn't make it back after the show to share in the pork.
Just tidying away all the kit from the show last night and have just knelt down on the black make up stick that gets used in the big finale. There is now a massive oily black stain on the rug in my room which wont come out. I've also managed to get it all over my clothes.
Rock & roll...
1 comments:
The red wine was lovely, thank you!
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