Superstition

I am at one with Gareth who, on 02/05, put a case for respecting tradition – or was it superstition? I prefer the former, as superstition is just silly. Observing traditions can be constructive – and fun. My first anti-whistling experience occurred more than 40 years ago in the dressing room of the original Dolphin shed, when I was roundly censured by a very senior lady in Perth theatre circles at the time, for whstling while frocking-up. In order to placate her I was required to step outside, bow to the moon and turn around three times. (That there was no moon on that night meant nothing to her.) Having performed this exorcism,I was allowed back into the dressing room. This experience scarred my mind and, having subsequently discovered that whistling is well-known to be the favoured manner of communication between Satan and his minions, to this day I will make similar demands on whistlers that continue the occult practice in my dressing room. FLIPMAC