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.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t actually very good at describing physical bits, and has given up on waiting for video which may or may not exist.
In Which Your Humble Blogger bids farewell to the Steward of Illyria.
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves audiences, the bastards, but sure as hell doesn’t trust ’em.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes from his day job desk.