An Orchestra Warming Up...

Tonight's the night!  A night of promise, a night ready for reaping and  for winnowing grains of golden gossip from the chaff of petty committeedom.  Flyte-Tipping is poised over the Loom of  Scandalous Small-Talk in order to weave you an exquisite tale of struggling amateurs, a tale wrought with filigree prattle and chain-stitched with insinuation, a colourful creation second only to the Bayeux Tapestry in scale and ambition (although admittedly with less narrative).

HALT RIGHT THERE!

Get out of your vehicle, the train is terminating at the next station, rain stops play, urine has spilt over chips, this service is unavailable.

Flyte-Tipping received a phone call first thing this morning.  Or rather the message was picked up this morning, having been left late last night at a time when any sane person would be waking the dead.

Sorry,  Waking the Dead... and watching, not actively endeavouring.   Here's a gratuitous picture of Trevor Eve naked and sweating.

O-kaay, that didn't work out quite how we imagined...

Anyway, Our Man In The Know has informed Flyte-Tipping that a directorial flounce has led to today's meeting of our favourite am-dram group being cancelled!  This is utterly FABULOUS on two levels.

• Directorial flouncing committed even BEFORE any production has begun can only bode well for hissy-fitful rehearsals.  Everbody knows that one pre-rehearsal flounce is worth two bog-standard rehearsal flounces, because there is no pressure involved  —  this is flouncing just for the pure unadulterated JOY of flouncing!   Clearly we find ourselves at the feet of a MASTER director!
  

•  It is Flyte-Tipping's understanding that the performance is scheduled for the beginning of December.  Any time squabbling over what precisely that performance is going to be subtracts from valuable rehearsal time and that, dear Blog Reader, is never good... depending on your perspective, of course. 
  

Flyte-Tipping is calculating exactly how much extra yardage to add to the rich tapestry already taking shape before us.