Talking of walking. Two thirds of the way into our run and we had our first walk-out. An arrogant man swanned in late after our first song bearing a tray of drinks for his friends, who were sitting in the far corner of the room. Five minutes later and he scuttled out like a woodlouse, muttering to our stage manager that our show was "not my type of comedy". He was still outside waiting for his friends, who had stayed put, when we trotted out. I gave him a disdainful look but I suppose vegetable cultivation-based musical comedy is not everyone's bag of compost. He may well have been disgusted and upset by the lack of fruit in the show.
I had a harrowing morning today - no vegetable cultivation-based pun intended. I went to see Sold a powerful and moving piece of theatre about human trafficking. Everyone should go and see it. I emerged in despair at the state of the world and then had to gird my loins and do some flyering round the Pleasance Courtyard. Funny songs about growing vegetables, anyone?
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