No, no, I'm not wearing a dress, I mean it's my dress rehearsal! I think I have my 18 lines firmly remembered, it's just getting them in the right order is the problem. Also, remembering my cues - so awkward when silence falls and one becomes aware of every actor on stage staring at you with bulging eyes and gritted teeth. Anyway, I am contributing to my costume and will be taking with me a rather fetching pair of army green Long Johns to wear under my manly leather jerkin to give it the real executioner look. Already I can hear the sharp intakes of breath amongst the ladies when I appear for my performance on Monday night! (I trust no panties will be thrown on stage - too, too, embarrassing!) However, today is the dress and as I will be out all day there will be blissful silence from me until Saturday. Make the most of it!
Come on, now, just one more time until you get it perfect.
"What, ho! Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?"
Posted by: Whyaxye | Friday, 27 April 2012 at 09:51
Well. Since Duff's away and he did admonish, "Make the most of it!"
http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/meet-man-sells-testicular-implants-dogs-people-thought-155210346.html
Posted by: JK | Friday, 27 April 2012 at 23:23
"Um, er, did you ... oh hell what was it? ... hang on! ... oh yes ... do you call, sir?"
A beautiful line, I think, elegant, sparse but with all the complex depths one expects from the Bard!
And, JK, stories of fake dogs' balls, I think, just about sum up this blog, thank you!
Posted by: David Duff | Saturday, 28 April 2012 at 08:44