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

"I have no idea," said the host, "what happened to that man. People have been asking me all day." Oh, well, that's that then. He's either dead, or he's re-tuned to TalkSport. Phone call re the play. Co-directors were in dirty, filthy London yesterday for a casting session. They think they've found our main man. The people they saw liked what they read, which is nice to know. Met actors and director for the supermarket play with music we're hauling up to Edinburgh. More enthusiasm. Director Caroline asked me serious questions about the play's subtext. I struggled a while, then realised there wasn't one. Well, there is, but it's not that far beneath the surface. We're doing a reading next week, and discussing the songs in greater detail. Another meeting re Sully next week, too. Everything's gone creative! If only there was money in it!