6:16pm. We're at Chapel-en-le-Frith, 15 minutes down... we were supposed to arrive Buxton two minutes ago. Ah well, things happen.
6:40pm. Hey we're supposed to be at dinner with Angie and a few other S'netters! Dash home, drop unnecessary gear, go walking. Damn, Midga forgot his @ symbol badge!
10pm. Dinner and chat over. Good fun. Not like the Gondoliers or Pirates cast parties (not enough young people), more like a family Christmas lunch. Now to do a load of washing - these things that have to be done even on holidays. Now, which of the boys will do it... I wonder.
1/8 1:30pm. Jet-lag again? Hey, it's no skin off my nose, to coin a phrase. I'm all for the easy stationary life.
4:30pm. Midga, Traal and I team up and publish a few blog posts, it looks like we're going to stay five pages behind for the foreseeable future.
7:10pm. Hey, we've got tickets for The Sorcerer! And it's the opening night of the Festival, let's go!
7:29pm. We met Elise out the front selling stuff to the audience. On the job again. She must be a Busy Person.
7:30pm. We're up the top of the theatre, our favourite seats because they're cheap and we get a good view. Rosuav finds wifi; Midga looks at the lighting desk. The show soon opens - but I won't review it fully because Ros did a good job already. Suffice it to say that a traditional production it ain't, by any means, and while that makes for a fun show, I don't think Gilbert would approve of Alexis falling in love with Dr Daly, and nor would Sullivan appreciate The Lost Chord being done as a disco. Everything else in the show was great though.
11pm. Festival Club - the thing that sets the Festival apart from every other show. Pot-Luck Princess Ida tonight - and Pot-Lucks remain the very best fun anyone can have without being strapped into one of Martin-Baker's finest inside the cockpit of an F-15E! There's a vacancy for Cyril but Midga doesn't know it well enough so he chickens out. Blanche is also vacant so Elise does her as well as Psyche. Fun.
11:30pm. Nobody wants to be Sacharissa so Midga does his best falsetto on "I meant no harm, they're only men of wood!" - and gets the thumbs up from several people in the room. That is the stuff pot-lucks are made of.
12:30am. End of Act 3. Applaud the cast, MD and pianist. Randomly chat on the way out. Time for bed.
2/8 7am. Ding ding cuckoo! Rehearsal for the WA group's TBJ is in three hours. Sunday morning rehearsals again, grumble.
9:30am. Everything's ready, let's go.
1pm. That was a morning's rehearsal. Judging by the notes he took, Midga's either having a difficult time or taking the show seriously - or (most likely) both. His pleas for the loan of a spare score are answered by Elise - very nice of her. And not atypical.