ABSTRACT
You gotta larf, because if you didn’t you’d have to cry. Read in the papers last week of the disaster at one of London’s newest theatres. Apparently the electrics got all mucked up and the revolving stage got stuck and the performance had to be cancelled. That’s a disaster. Not cancelled because of the frailty of an actor, or an unlucky accident during the performance, cancelled because the electrics are not up to the demands of the staging. Oh my, the bloody, bungling stupid revolving stage. The stupidest piece of mechanics yet invented, which totally absolves the director of using their creative resource, in other words their head, to shift the action by the dexterity of the actors. How often I have sat and watched as the revolving stage bumbles round with the actors for the approaching scene just standing there like lemmings. How many times have I seen the blasted thing get stuck, the result of which brings on the company manager with a sickly apologetic grin over his face as he confesses that the show has to be cancelled! Appalling. Apparently on this occasion, the lead actor came on and apologised to the sold-out house.
