Change, if not quick change.
In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers that things are not how they were eight years ago, but are… wait for it… different.
In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers that things are not how they were eight years ago, but are… wait for it… different.
In Which Your Humble Blogger celebrates Love Theatre Day in his own way.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows things, many valuable things, that he hadn’t known before. Isn’t it nice to know a lot!
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to explain about how I walked in to the show, which isn’t perhaps everybody’s experience.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will have another opening in another show.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would be dishonest, dandified, vain, lecherous, cowardly, sycophantic, treacherous and vile, but would have a lot of lines.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really should spend today’s snow day putting the thing together for realsies, because nine days.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not terribly interesting, either, but that’s all right, isn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no ideas at all. Perhaps I’d better go back to sleep; I’m not on for another twenty pages yet.