Kings full of Queens
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks advice just as nicely as if he were planning on following it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks advice just as nicely as if he were planning on following it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets hold of the Psmith playscript, but still doesn’t know who manages the production rights to Arthur.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could presumably have made some sort of joke about everyone having an hour, and the shift to Daylight Savings Time tonight. Hm. Well, you make it, then.
In Which Your Humble Blogger asks those people considering attending the show to (a) yes, please, come and see, and (2) not read any notes marked as R3 Spoiler until afterward. I mean, I can’t stop you or anything, but I think you’ll enjoy the show more, and the notes will still be here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger steps back into the river, the cold, cold river, and over Golden Rauros Falls, and all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger punches holes in rubbish.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is nearly every year inspired to do research to find patterns, because that’s the kind of data wonk I am.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t award any awards, really, but then, who needs more awards?
In Which Your Humble Blogger couldn’t help himself at the end there, but the rest of the note is quite serious, innit?
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a good Stiff one as much as the next fellah.