A Foggy Day in Edinburgh City

Andrew Ormerod is correct to point out that today we had our technical rehearsal. Some would argue that it makes my reiteration of that fact totally unnecessary. It was jolly good fun, what with all the noises and flashing lights we had to play with, and we improvised stories about opera singers and jockeys. Oh, that an audience had been present for my rendition of Bizet's "Carmen".

I should add that it is extremely warm in our venue. Verging on being sauna-like. In a way I suppose this makes our venue an attractive prospect to some - I know people who pay goodly sums of money to visit saunas, and there they are not even entertained with improvised narratives!

But it might get a bit trying, day in, day out, to be working in said atmosphere. If there was an opposite of thermal underwear, I would use it.

I do not think there is, though.

What we have also been doing is kissing each other a lot. This was felt to be a good idea, basically because improvised narrative often require a bit of dirty business and it's just as well that we're prepared for it. But it's also a comfort to those of us who are not seeing much action in the kissing department generally.

I'm almost tempted to rate the different members of the cast on the quality of their kissing. But I'm no great expert, frankly, and wouldn't want to get locked out of the flat.

Ooh, it's a lovely flat by the way. Quite ornate. The others are there right now, probably, cooking something with sausages and vegetables.

I'd go and join them, but I'm a little scared of getting kissed.