This sort of thing can happen

CAST is a pretty close knit community. Some would say incestuous. There is a social life to be enjoyed by anyone who joins - some official CAST events, others off the cuff ones. For me though, the most important part of that social life is the one I have developed with little groups of people I have met through the group or who I knew before and have joined as well.
The most obvious part of this is that I met secretary when we both turned up to do Grease. It took us nine years to get married, but when we did there were two tables of CAST members and their families. My best man was someone I knew pretty well before I joined, but our friendship grew under the spotlights when he came down too.
You will find different groups appear as part of one person or another's birthday celebrations. Some are part of an irregular drinking clan. Some play football together. SIx of us travel to European football cities in search of perfection.
So having read this it will probably not surprise you to learn that on Saturday night producer, secretary, box office, set man, summer producer and others went to see summer director perform with her all girl vocal trio at a pub in west Berkshire.
Meanwhile, previous producer was out with producer geezer celebrating his birthday along with numerous others including previous director and director her (you've remembered they're married - well done! I can see you are getting the hang of this..) discussing many of the same things.
Those same things being... the show after this one... and the show after that. But it gets worse. Hold onto your underpants, because this bit gets quite tricky. For the next show producer and previous director are coming together to be co-directors. For the show after that box office is going to be director and secretary will be producer. See what I mean about incestuous?
Anyway, on the way back from the west Berkshire trip (a very good night, with lovely food, excellent beer, fine entertainment and great company, it has to be said) producer got a text message from previous producer. To precis, it said previous director had asked previous producer to be producer of the next show.
Now you know what I have said about previous producer already. I no longer feel I have to justify any of my comments. After a phone call it transpired that previous producer had not been drunk at the time of saying yes but was now. Two subsequent nonsensical texts also proved it to be the case.
Producer has a bit of a track record for this sort of thing, having managed, as director and producer (and writer) of Snow White & The Seven Dwarves a few years back, to acquire a co-director/co-producer while she was drunk at her birthday party. The fact that she also was the choreographer and played the leading role gives a suggestion of just how successful that little exercise was.
But today, nothing. All is quiet on the eastern, western, northern and southern fronts. Not a single email relating to anything about CAST. Not even remotely. Not even from anyone who once was a memeber but isn't involved any more. And believe me it's bliss. For once there is no connection and there is a chance to breath in deeply and relax. What a nice feeling.

Thought for the day: "Silent Night, Holy Night, All is calm, All is bright..." Rather nice chill-out carol