Well really. What else is Ankh-Morpork all about? TP was guffawing into his Coco Pops at breakfast on the morning he came up with that one. And scene 10. All that stuff about 'prying and poking' and Mort going blind reading the books about 'young wimmen'. What's going on, for heaven's sake.
Tonight's rehearsal was quite amusing. We had town crier being very town crier, ringing his bell and waving his hands around in the way only he can. We had goodie-goodie yum-yum doing her thing for the first time. We had box office being ridiculously monastic as Abbot Lobsang. Doorknocker had her first line. And Albert discovered that bacalavas get more laughs than balaclavas.
Sat down with producer geezer in the bar for half an hour while DEATH wasn't on stage and sorted out some of the stuff for publicity. Loads of ideas between us. He's going to tackle lots more papers. Also examined supper night options, an issue which was discussed in great detail at last night's committee meeting. There are 'do we, don't we' questions. There are pricing questions. There are also questions now about the number of performances. That's more, not less. Producer geezer has also taken on the challenge of finding us a castle. But more of that at a later date.
All this and more will be decided at next week's production meeting, taking place at our residence on Wednesday.
Thought for the day: 'Anybody like a nice hot sausage' Dibbler, alias director him. Scene one. Mort
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