The Mantis Brothers' production of "A Pain In The Rectory" (now renamed "The Buggering of Borley") is well under way. Most of the St Austell Players have been wise enough to resign and the remainder are on extended sick leave after my necessary artistic changes and so-called unacceptable behaviour. The scenery was rubbish, anyway and made an impressive blaze at the beach re-launch party.
Now our good companions are somewhat depleted in number, Mordecai (imagine Lew Grade with antennae) has taken charge of recasting, while I concentrate on trying to inject some credibility into a hopeless script. I have already composed a couple of new numbers; "A Martyr To Wind" and "Look What I Did With A House Brick". The audience will be asking for the CD in the interval!
Bro suggested Groida and his crazy brood would bolster the cast nicely and said it was time I buried the hatchet anyway. Initially I misunderstood and thought he was giving me carte blanche to terminally cleave the sod's diseased napper, but after he stubbed out a potato croquette in my eye I realised he was serious. Showbiz is a tough old lark!
So Big G, his Uncle Lucas, Auntie Pamela and Mad Cousin Vernon (who has been hiding with them after yet another escape from the laughing academy) will be descending on us shortly. All we need is Mr Prendergast and the Aznavour Quins to create a theatrical experience that Cornwall will be talking about for generations. Assuming anyone survives.
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