The time has arrived

Well, almost. Tomorrow afternoon is the first performance of the panto.

Live.

With an audience.

Who've paid & everyfink.

Oo-er!

I think we're prepared and it should go smoothly barring any disasters. Like the year one of the backdrops fell to the floor (complete with heavy scaffolding pole) missing by inches two of the cast who were singing a song at the time. Like the various times the cord on the white curtain has snapped and its just been stuck at half mast through the rest of the show. Like the time one of our older cast members collapsed during the Xmas sing-along finale and we thought he'd done a Tommy Cooper.

Must remember not to say 'Macbeth'.

Oh.

Shit!