Okay - so the entire cast went out at 10.30am this morning for a run - along the waters of Leith. I kid you not. Now I thought I was fit but I'm afraid Ol' Lewis Hart, twenty three year old spring chicken that he is unfortunately kicked our group ass. I told them I was running left handed so it didn't count. (And as I wrote the damn play I'm allowed to come last.)

Anyway - it's all good. Great tech - under the fantastically skilled hands of Julia and her team at The Pleasance Queen Dome... and tommorrow at 3.50pm it kicks off. But before that I'd like to talk about this flyering thing. I hate flyering - and I hate being flyered - (as soon as you hand me a flyer I really don't want to go to that show) but what can you do? Well we have a cunning plan. Oh yes - but of course I can't tell you... I could tell you if you were to come to The Cage.. we could discuss it over a beer afterwards...

It really is a cunning plan though - and I can't believe others haven't cottoned on. Curious? Bet you are.. Bye for now.