Who Bloody Done It Then???
Thu, 18 Nov 2004, 08:20 pmGreg Ross1 post in thread
Who Bloody Done It Then???
Thu, 18 Nov 2004, 08:20 pmAgatha – now there’s an instant clue to age, rather like reading the Recently Departed columns in the newspaper – Christie’s “The Hollow” is about to go up at The Old Mill in South Perth.
The venerable, the honourable Mrs Claudette Rideout has bent her slender shoulders to the wheel, in an attempt to wield an unruly crowd of desperates into a hopefully formidable cast of aristocratic Poms, servants who know their place and a couple of out-of-place bobbies.
One can only sympathise with her – from the trial of dealing with a burdensome creature from Aotearoa, who simply refuses to pronounce women with a silent O and a loud I, to a Welshman, who cannot believe that the word boy is not pronounced as boyo … in the key of C.
The flu (it could lead to vicious rumours to say a virus!), has swept through several members of the cast, however, all seem to have survived. Sleeping sickness caught a certain Stage Manager late one afternoon and several of the cast, who have indulged in past successful rites of procreation, have been heard muttering about taking a prop revolver home and committing crime!
The butler Gudgeon, standing straight as pin, has altered his war record, to avoid grey hair! Lady Angkatell, is well … loose, in a rehearsed (and, we hasten to add, nice), sort of way and although we thankfully have no prima donnas, we do have a prima ballerina with a penchant for chariots from the Fatherland. There’s a fey Edwardian fop, fresh from an Edinburgh tattoo – some in the cast say it’s on his left cheek! Then there’s a cop who thinks it’s his duty to serve the servants and a sweet maid, who thinks, as it’s her first time, it should be the other way – justice should be done! An outrageous vamp, who one suspects is acting au natural! A pretty little shop assistant, who gracefully discarded the g-string on request – just before the knight and the law had to be placed on ventilators. Then there’s an avant-garde beatnik sculptor who both soothes and moulds the odd savage brow or two. Not to mention a doctor whose quest for medical knowledge, takes him on many different routes.
Dear old Aggie – quite racy really, in a repressed English sort of manner. What really did happen to her when she disappeared that time? Whatever occurs, you sure as hell won’t get the answer to that mystery at The Old Mill over the next three weeks, but you will find out who done it and even sit as judge and jury, to decide who done it well.
Tickets: $15.00 and $12.00 – if you can weave your lie past Norma’s beady eye!
8.00pm shows: (Nov) Fri 19th, Sat 20th, Thu 25th, Fri 26th, Sat 27th, Thu 30th, (Dec), Thu 2nd , Fri 3rd, Sat 4th. Matinee Â… for those with troublesome zips on the colostomy bags, or an empty dope bag, itÂ’s at 2.00pm, Sun 21st Nov.
Bookings: 9367 8719
The venerable, the honourable Mrs Claudette Rideout has bent her slender shoulders to the wheel, in an attempt to wield an unruly crowd of desperates into a hopefully formidable cast of aristocratic Poms, servants who know their place and a couple of out-of-place bobbies.
One can only sympathise with her – from the trial of dealing with a burdensome creature from Aotearoa, who simply refuses to pronounce women with a silent O and a loud I, to a Welshman, who cannot believe that the word boy is not pronounced as boyo … in the key of C.
The flu (it could lead to vicious rumours to say a virus!), has swept through several members of the cast, however, all seem to have survived. Sleeping sickness caught a certain Stage Manager late one afternoon and several of the cast, who have indulged in past successful rites of procreation, have been heard muttering about taking a prop revolver home and committing crime!
The butler Gudgeon, standing straight as pin, has altered his war record, to avoid grey hair! Lady Angkatell, is well … loose, in a rehearsed (and, we hasten to add, nice), sort of way and although we thankfully have no prima donnas, we do have a prima ballerina with a penchant for chariots from the Fatherland. There’s a fey Edwardian fop, fresh from an Edinburgh tattoo – some in the cast say it’s on his left cheek! Then there’s a cop who thinks it’s his duty to serve the servants and a sweet maid, who thinks, as it’s her first time, it should be the other way – justice should be done! An outrageous vamp, who one suspects is acting au natural! A pretty little shop assistant, who gracefully discarded the g-string on request – just before the knight and the law had to be placed on ventilators. Then there’s an avant-garde beatnik sculptor who both soothes and moulds the odd savage brow or two. Not to mention a doctor whose quest for medical knowledge, takes him on many different routes.
Dear old Aggie – quite racy really, in a repressed English sort of manner. What really did happen to her when she disappeared that time? Whatever occurs, you sure as hell won’t get the answer to that mystery at The Old Mill over the next three weeks, but you will find out who done it and even sit as judge and jury, to decide who done it well.
Tickets: $15.00 and $12.00 – if you can weave your lie past Norma’s beady eye!
8.00pm shows: (Nov) Fri 19th, Sat 20th, Thu 25th, Fri 26th, Sat 27th, Thu 30th, (Dec), Thu 2nd , Fri 3rd, Sat 4th. Matinee Â… for those with troublesome zips on the colostomy bags, or an empty dope bag, itÂ’s at 2.00pm, Sun 21st Nov.
Bookings: 9367 8719
Greg RossThu, 18 Nov 2004, 08:20 pm
Agatha – now there’s an instant clue to age, rather like reading the Recently Departed columns in the newspaper – Christie’s “The Hollow” is about to go up at The Old Mill in South Perth.
The venerable, the honourable Mrs Claudette Rideout has bent her slender shoulders to the wheel, in an attempt to wield an unruly crowd of desperates into a hopefully formidable cast of aristocratic Poms, servants who know their place and a couple of out-of-place bobbies.
One can only sympathise with her – from the trial of dealing with a burdensome creature from Aotearoa, who simply refuses to pronounce women with a silent O and a loud I, to a Welshman, who cannot believe that the word boy is not pronounced as boyo … in the key of C.
The flu (it could lead to vicious rumours to say a virus!), has swept through several members of the cast, however, all seem to have survived. Sleeping sickness caught a certain Stage Manager late one afternoon and several of the cast, who have indulged in past successful rites of procreation, have been heard muttering about taking a prop revolver home and committing crime!
The butler Gudgeon, standing straight as pin, has altered his war record, to avoid grey hair! Lady Angkatell, is well … loose, in a rehearsed (and, we hasten to add, nice), sort of way and although we thankfully have no prima donnas, we do have a prima ballerina with a penchant for chariots from the Fatherland. There’s a fey Edwardian fop, fresh from an Edinburgh tattoo – some in the cast say it’s on his left cheek! Then there’s a cop who thinks it’s his duty to serve the servants and a sweet maid, who thinks, as it’s her first time, it should be the other way – justice should be done! An outrageous vamp, who one suspects is acting au natural! A pretty little shop assistant, who gracefully discarded the g-string on request – just before the knight and the law had to be placed on ventilators. Then there’s an avant-garde beatnik sculptor who both soothes and moulds the odd savage brow or two. Not to mention a doctor whose quest for medical knowledge, takes him on many different routes.
Dear old Aggie – quite racy really, in a repressed English sort of manner. What really did happen to her when she disappeared that time? Whatever occurs, you sure as hell won’t get the answer to that mystery at The Old Mill over the next three weeks, but you will find out who done it and even sit as judge and jury, to decide who done it well.
Tickets: $15.00 and $12.00 – if you can weave your lie past Norma’s beady eye!
8.00pm shows: (Nov) Fri 19th, Sat 20th, Thu 25th, Fri 26th, Sat 27th, Thu 30th, (Dec), Thu 2nd , Fri 3rd, Sat 4th. Matinee Â… for those with troublesome zips on the colostomy bags, or an empty dope bag, itÂ’s at 2.00pm, Sun 21st Nov.
Bookings: 9367 8719
The venerable, the honourable Mrs Claudette Rideout has bent her slender shoulders to the wheel, in an attempt to wield an unruly crowd of desperates into a hopefully formidable cast of aristocratic Poms, servants who know their place and a couple of out-of-place bobbies.
One can only sympathise with her – from the trial of dealing with a burdensome creature from Aotearoa, who simply refuses to pronounce women with a silent O and a loud I, to a Welshman, who cannot believe that the word boy is not pronounced as boyo … in the key of C.
The flu (it could lead to vicious rumours to say a virus!), has swept through several members of the cast, however, all seem to have survived. Sleeping sickness caught a certain Stage Manager late one afternoon and several of the cast, who have indulged in past successful rites of procreation, have been heard muttering about taking a prop revolver home and committing crime!
The butler Gudgeon, standing straight as pin, has altered his war record, to avoid grey hair! Lady Angkatell, is well … loose, in a rehearsed (and, we hasten to add, nice), sort of way and although we thankfully have no prima donnas, we do have a prima ballerina with a penchant for chariots from the Fatherland. There’s a fey Edwardian fop, fresh from an Edinburgh tattoo – some in the cast say it’s on his left cheek! Then there’s a cop who thinks it’s his duty to serve the servants and a sweet maid, who thinks, as it’s her first time, it should be the other way – justice should be done! An outrageous vamp, who one suspects is acting au natural! A pretty little shop assistant, who gracefully discarded the g-string on request – just before the knight and the law had to be placed on ventilators. Then there’s an avant-garde beatnik sculptor who both soothes and moulds the odd savage brow or two. Not to mention a doctor whose quest for medical knowledge, takes him on many different routes.
Dear old Aggie – quite racy really, in a repressed English sort of manner. What really did happen to her when she disappeared that time? Whatever occurs, you sure as hell won’t get the answer to that mystery at The Old Mill over the next three weeks, but you will find out who done it and even sit as judge and jury, to decide who done it well.
Tickets: $15.00 and $12.00 – if you can weave your lie past Norma’s beady eye!
8.00pm shows: (Nov) Fri 19th, Sat 20th, Thu 25th, Fri 26th, Sat 27th, Thu 30th, (Dec), Thu 2nd , Fri 3rd, Sat 4th. Matinee Â… for those with troublesome zips on the colostomy bags, or an empty dope bag, itÂ’s at 2.00pm, Sun 21st Nov.
Bookings: 9367 8719