"With tired minds, tired bodies and tired souls, they turned North, to Scotland."
Dave and I arrived from London on Thursday and were immediately thrust into a whirlwind of inactivity. I had cunningly secured for myself a dose of the flu/a cold, and so took to my bed with remarkable gusto. The others, somewhat bereft of leadership without my inspiring presence drifted aimlessly through the weekend. Thankfully by Monday I had displayed the traditional Ker vim and sprang from my death-ish bed to inject vitality and good-natured bonhomie into the project. So after rehearsing yesterday and today, we've reached a point of some satisfaction with the show and now merely look forward with a distinct lack of relish to our 0700hrs technical rehearse-fest tomorrow morning. Weak. Then we've only to go watch other shows, jealously dissect them, drink a lot of fizzy drinks, and pull out all the stops for a rip-roaring start to proceedings on Thursday. I've got a little inkling, it's going to be fun.