DON'T BLINK.

Ah, OULES. Having spent most of the day in the sunshine rehearsing between two trees, scaring small children, I was feeling very mellow by mid-afternoon. There is a scene in the play - I'm not going to talk about the plot, nor my role in it, because they deserve full incredulous treatment in another post - where, for various complicated reasons, I have to spend some time standing in the middle of the stage, stock-still and pointing vaguely into the middle distance.

Well, I have to do it for a while, and I got bored and my arm started to hurt. So I pointed at Our Humble Narrator for a while, and then I moved and pointed at jacinthsong, and then at ktroo85, and then I spent some time freaking out foulds and his female subconscious by pointing at them, and then I turned around to point at arifirh.

He was DOING THIS.

I screamed in abject terror, jumped two feet in the air, landed on my arse, scrambled to my feet again and ran down the other end to hide behind sebastienne.

Yep, that was my day, more or less. Now to write a brief bit of fic, and then bed.

Oh. Yes. Before I forget. One may remember the many, many, many times that people, mostly hathy_col, have tried to teach me to do the Macarena, and what tends to happen when they do.

I hadn't actually read the whole of the script until today. Oh dear. Oh, dear, oh dear.