Turned on my work email today to find a pile of messages from director her and director him. They were the final revised versions of the rehearsal schedule and cast flow chart (very pretty - I was quite pleased with that one) plus the contacts list. A couple of amendments and they were ready to go. Oh and one email address which didn't make sense. From town crier. Not a surprise I'm afraid.
Also got an email from the male half of the 'friends' couple at whose house we spent New Year's Eve. He objected to the fact that they were just referred to as 'friends'. As a result of that email they will now be referred to as sword man and pregnant wizard. That last name may be of news to some people. Needless to say we're all delighted about it. When pregnant wizard was last expecting she spent the prior show parading around as a giraffe. A fact that doesn't seem to have scarred their lovely daughter for life, as you might have expected.
Need to sort out a production meeting. In fact if producer geezer, director him and director her had been at the theatre last night we could have had one in the bar. All of the rest of us were there. Oh and previous director. Who is technical director. And chairman. And married to...
Need to get the radio ad sorted. Must talk to producer geezer to find out what the score is. He wants to get director her, director him and producer together to script and record it.
Off to committee meeting now.
Thought for the day: 'See my baby jive.' Wizzard. (Nice one eh!) Oh and you do spell it ('spell' it - geddit eh? I'm on form here) with two z's. Check if you don't believe me.
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