Charles, Dear Boy
Sun, 7 Dec 2003, 10:32 amGreg Ross3 posts in thread
Charles, Dear Boy
Sun, 7 Dec 2003, 10:32 amDear Charles.
IÂ’m sure youÂ’ll be pleased to hear that Mr Thomas Brandwood is getting applause every night, when the curtain draws back and the stage is seen, why even the ABCs erstwhile Mr Flood gave the set a five star tick. And yes, TomÂ’s still talking non-stop very loudly backstage, warning everyone to keep the noise down!
Mr Peter Francesco has traded the W for an F and an R, to become a very convincing French cat burglar, with an accent that now has the ladies swooning at his feet. Whilst that bloody Volvo driver, Gordon Barnett, a long time stalwart of the Stirling Players, continues to forget where he put his pipe, his bow tie, his shoes and his script, but thankfully, veteran that he is, never forgets a line and takes no offence, when Sir Michael reels in horror at the sight of him and young Bruno rejects him as a potential father.
Speaking of the young, this story of your family is proving a great canvas for mixing older and younger actors. Directors with an eye for developing talent could do a lot worse than taking in the show and assessing Paul Sonntag, brother and sister Chris and Ann- Marie Mousley. Not to mention Rebecca Hall and Alistair McArthur in admittedly small cameo roles.
One of the sardines, is masquerading as El Presidente of the Stirling Players and has plans to turn your witty comedy into outright farce – she wants to hold a fire drill in the middle of a performance. This has caused Mr Kym Bidstrup considerable suffering and Heather Stewart has become so nervous at the thought, she’s sinking more sherry before the performance than the total input of all regular dowagers at The Old Mill! ... Morning Norma!
All this nonsense has forced the director to keep a close eye on proceedings and by Saturday night, she was seeing red! Sadly, it turned out to be husband Tom, sneaking off with several bottles of the sponsored wine. Obviously looking for a position with the Democrats.
Saturday night, we were also graced with presence of Mr Edward Bull – also of ABC fame. He had apparently come to console his warped friend Letzaresco, who cannot understand why other people are on stage taking bows at the same time as he is. The mad pianist continues to expose an unsuspecting public to his new, but strangely familiar, hauntingly beautiful appassionato – “Trois Aveugle Souris”
Life goes on in the Darvel household.
IÂ’m sure youÂ’ll be pleased to hear that Mr Thomas Brandwood is getting applause every night, when the curtain draws back and the stage is seen, why even the ABCs erstwhile Mr Flood gave the set a five star tick. And yes, TomÂ’s still talking non-stop very loudly backstage, warning everyone to keep the noise down!
Mr Peter Francesco has traded the W for an F and an R, to become a very convincing French cat burglar, with an accent that now has the ladies swooning at his feet. Whilst that bloody Volvo driver, Gordon Barnett, a long time stalwart of the Stirling Players, continues to forget where he put his pipe, his bow tie, his shoes and his script, but thankfully, veteran that he is, never forgets a line and takes no offence, when Sir Michael reels in horror at the sight of him and young Bruno rejects him as a potential father.
Speaking of the young, this story of your family is proving a great canvas for mixing older and younger actors. Directors with an eye for developing talent could do a lot worse than taking in the show and assessing Paul Sonntag, brother and sister Chris and Ann- Marie Mousley. Not to mention Rebecca Hall and Alistair McArthur in admittedly small cameo roles.
One of the sardines, is masquerading as El Presidente of the Stirling Players and has plans to turn your witty comedy into outright farce – she wants to hold a fire drill in the middle of a performance. This has caused Mr Kym Bidstrup considerable suffering and Heather Stewart has become so nervous at the thought, she’s sinking more sherry before the performance than the total input of all regular dowagers at The Old Mill! ... Morning Norma!
All this nonsense has forced the director to keep a close eye on proceedings and by Saturday night, she was seeing red! Sadly, it turned out to be husband Tom, sneaking off with several bottles of the sponsored wine. Obviously looking for a position with the Democrats.
Saturday night, we were also graced with presence of Mr Edward Bull – also of ABC fame. He had apparently come to console his warped friend Letzaresco, who cannot understand why other people are on stage taking bows at the same time as he is. The mad pianist continues to expose an unsuspecting public to his new, but strangely familiar, hauntingly beautiful appassionato – “Trois Aveugle Souris”
Life goes on in the Darvel household.
Re: Charles, Dear Boy
Mon, 8 Dec 2003, 11:36 amSalutations Tom
Hell no! I'm in the cast - purely having fun promoting the play.
Cheers
Greg
Hell no! I'm in the cast - purely having fun promoting the play.
Cheers
Greg