Wednesday, December 7, 2011


Okay, so ANNIE opened this weekend. In the span of less than a week it went from being still dismally God awful to marginally acceptable. Like an elephant in a tutu it lumbered around the stage for two hours pretending to be Tinker Bell. The dozens of stage mothers were entranced. Their small unwashed spastic and tone deaf  children had been magically transformed into small unwashed spastic and tone deaf stars of the stage. With the exception of a few seats available on opening night, the entire run is sold out! The theatre is making a $1,500 profit per performance.

It's not fair. It's just not fair.

Rotten orphans.

I'd love to give you more details, but I've been nursing a cold now for a week, lovingly given to me by a chemical weapon in pigtails.



phinz said...

You play "The Curmudgeon" quite well! =0)

Views from Malmesbury said...

As one who has endured several hours of indifferent dancing on a number of occasions to see a friend's daughters strutting their stuff for a few minutes in the limelight (which I enjoyed enormously and with great pride, they were terrific) I can only sympathise with having to endure the weeks and weeks of preparation with kids en-masse. As one who is a total walkover for children on a one-to-one and desperately missing small ones for pre-Christmas frolics since they're too grown up for it all this year, it's great to think of the pleasure those kiddies had. 'Nice one son!' I hope your cold clears up soon.