I've been a bad lad - I wanted to keep this blog up at least monthly, but now there's the Maverick website this seemed a little surplus to requirements. After all, I only really started this to get the Maverick Theatre message on-line. Then a cheque for fifty quid arrived from Google! Suddenly I thought I should keep on here. You're not supposed to mention that if anyone clicks on most of the links on this blog, I get nought point nothing of nunkpence, which after decades amounts to the price of a pint. But there are obviously more people reading this than I thought. I don't have the figures - I think I can do something about that - but thanks very much, you! 50 quid in a year and a bit. Not a good rate of pay, granted, but better than the proverbial poke in the eye.
I shall eat curry and drink beer tonight, gentle reader, and it will all be down to you!
In fact here's one I had earlier, in Stratford-Upon-Avon...
I shall now post this, and begin another piece that talks about the interesting, but financially challenged month I have had. It is a tale of theatre, films, writing, missed parties and being credit crunched. And, I think vastly overdue, a tribute to John Slater. Dour Scotsman with a heart of gold and a middle England accent; once a much beloved broadcaster of this parish at BRMB in Birmingham and former Maverick cohort who is now much in demand as a Production Manager on the national and, nay, international, stage.
Ah... the 'dotes, dear loves, the 'dotes.
Can't find the pic I wanted. So here's me doing another job. Not for Slater. For Chrysalis.
