Polonius Production Diary: table talk
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows his place.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows his place.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also begins to wonder how old, how hale, how frail, how tired Polonius is. Or is that just YHB?
In Which Your Humble Blogger will keep calling in the docks scene, so there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is starting to dig.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is quite loud, actually.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is as instrumental to the throne of Denmark as is the hand is to the mouth, or vice versa.