And We're Off... Finally

Flyte-Tipping has been caught on the back foot.  LOOK!

While here in the office we've been busy squabbling over the funny pink wafers in a Rover's family tin, the am-dram pixies have been busy flitting hither and thither around the Borders with their audition notices.  To be honest, we'd given up on them; what with all their meetings, non-meetings and general ineffectual faffiness, we thought the chances of them getting it together long enough to put on an actual performance was about as likely as Alesha Dixon getting the older woman's vote.

Obviously, as soon as we discovered this notice pinned to a village bus shelter, Flyte-Tipping has pulled out all the stops to find out the latest, and you WON'T be disappointed.

• The Duns Players are desperately trying to recruit new members.  It seems existing members are not loyally working together as an exclusive team, preferring to gratify their own individual egos by WHORING themselves to any am-dram production going.   By the time Duns Players have finally sorted themselves out, no members are available to act anything.  So in a touching move, the Duns Players is trying to schedule its performances around everybody else's.  It's just so, so... polite, so Last of the Summer Wine-ish, and we love them all the more for it!
  
• What with rehearsal time already at something of a premium, it must've been dismaying to have the performances moved closer by a week due to hall availability.  This follows on the heels of a previous forward-rescheduling due to others', er, commitments.  Still, their loss of rehearsal time can only be our gain.
  
• While investigating this forthcoming production, we have discovered that Monsieur LeGrand maybe participating!  This is THRILLING news!  Flyte-Tipping is setting up a book on not only a) at whom he'll point his shag-dar, but b) at how many!  It's like watching an episode of 

 and guessing the body count.

Incidentally, Flyte-Tipping's delicate shell-like has been the grateful recipient of gossip that Monsieur LeGrand has very recently pouted and stamped his foot.  Hearsay makes it official!  He will not be performing in the Emergency Services Panto in February on account of  hurt feelings last year during a directorial spat. 

Quite right too.  If we start putting fund-raising for a local cancer charity before our own personal feelings — well, heavens knows where we'll end up.

Monsieur LeGrand is obviously a big enough man to realise this and make a stand...

and Flyte-Tipping looks forward to his performance in particular!