>>>>>Killing Time<<<<<

Well, things appear to have taken a turn for the worse in York, where lead actor has been carted off to hospital. Must watch the situation closely, as a damning review might be the straw that breaks the camel's back, or dislodges the intravenous drip as he tears his copy of The Stage to shreds. I'm not a complete bastard, he lied. Phoned Scarboro', as Scott, 12, is coming with me to see Spending Frank. The press release warned of "strong language". Apparently it's just a page of f***ing. Verbally, that is, not visually. So I shall cup the budding Larry Olivier's ears at that point. My only fear is that I might be exposing him to a boring play at such an early age, thus putting him off a career that will leave him poverty stricken and ego inflated. Still, one can only hope that it's a good piece of work. As ever, I shall enter the Stephen Joseph with an open mind and wander into the shop, look at the posters and the signed Ayckbourn volumes before turning up to my seat late.