0.7.1 - What's the story, morning glory?
Dashboard! Once upon a time, I spent a few years doing amateur theatre in my home town as a young man. I wasn't particularly serious, or good at it; I got talked into doing it because a girl I liked did it and she suggested I should come along; I did, went to some table reads, some auditions. There were essentially no men in the theatre company younger than 40 at the time, so roles which required a young male lead were mine for the asking. I got cast in a play, said yes, then found out that the girl I liked had dropped out. I felt compelled to carry on because I'd already said yes, despite my initial motivation disappearing off to the pub instead of hanging out in a draughty community hall with me. If I make an effort, I've got a pretty good memory (a statement which would make Catherine roll her eyes were she to read it). It is true, I promise - I'm admittedly scatterbrained and inattentive and I say yes with my mouth to things whil...