Oversight

When I started this play, I was worried about a few things. I was mainly worried that the committee of Ottershaw Players, and other "grownups" (of which I am definitely not one) would think (or worse, find out) that I am incompetent, ditzy, easily distracted and forgetful. Oh and I worried that they'd think I was useless at directing, and that the play would be a complete embarrassment and disaster for Ottershaw Players.

I've stopped worrying quite so much now. If they do think I'm useless, they've not told me yet, and I thought I had got on top of my forgetful and ditziness... Until now.

Last night we had the producers meeting at Lyn Mison's house (Lyn is the festival stage director). Not only was I late (I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag, even if I had directions), but so were Pete and Phil, so from the start we weren't looking like the most professional of outfits. Pete asked me if I had a copy of the stage plan, *blank look* from me, so we fudged it together there and then (thankfully it's not complicated). Then Robert got underway with his magical lighting plan that I don't understand, but I'm sure will look amazing, so that was ok. Thankfully sound wasn't complicated ("do you have a CD or minidisk?", "CD", "ok"), and we explained about the odd obscenity on stage...It was all going quite smoothly, until Lyn mentioned she'd not seen my licence...

My licence??

Licence??

What licence?????

Yes, that's right people. Your "I'm so pleased I've become more organised in my old age" director, has omitted to apply for a licence to perform the play. The word you're looking for is idiot. So much for my impressing people with my organisational skills and (obviously) wonderful play. If we don't get the licence by 5th October, we won't be performing. IDIOT. I'll never be allowed to direct again!

Lovely Lyn thankfully didn't seem to think I was too much of an idiot (well she is probably a good actress), and Pete is going to phone Samuel French today and sort it out, so fingers crossed it'll all be ok...On second thoughts, cross your toes too...

I'll see you later. I'm just going to the bottom of the garden to eat worms...