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I got this off the rec.arts.theatre.stagecraft newsgroup. 'cause I got not much better to do at the present time - untill MLT sort themselves out at least or they zip up the body bag which ever comes firstAugust 23, 1999Hello Possums!I've had zillions of e-mails asking why my new show on Broadway isn'tadvertised."Are you really coming to Broadway?" they ask. I must apologizedarlings, there was a lovely ad in full color in The New York Timesover a month ago and there was another this past weekend since my BoxOffice opens AT LAST on Monday August 23rd.I have only myself to blame I suppose. My fee for appearing on stageis frankly so enormous that the poor little producers have barely acent left for advertising, and I think they are hoping I'll do it allwhen I hit town, schlepping from one TV station to the next when Ishould be resting, meditating and visiting the sick and dysfunctional.They've got another thing coming, bless them.Such a lot of you have been e-mailing me about my Vanity Fair cover andwhether or not I should smoke in public. At least I know you arereading my exciting newsletters and I should tell you I have decided toTURN DOWN the fortune they offered me. After all I am a role model forthe young and it would be tragic if people took up smoking just becausethey saw me on the cover of Vanity Fair with a yucky smoke tricklingfrom my nostrils (see latest VF cover if you don't believe me).My luxury penthouse in London's Notting Hill is up for sale. Thereason is Hugh Grant. I couldn't believe the number of tourists whokept climbing into my private garden to prowl around in search of JuliaRoberts look-alikes in the shrubbery. That rather silly film hasbrought hoards of undesirables to my neighborhood. Prices have shot upof course so that I expect to get a zillion for my property, but I'venever much liked the area anyway. Dare I say this to my politicallycorrect American cousins, but Notting Hill has become a littletoo "mixed" for my liking. I won't go into further details except tosay that the film gives a rather false and romanticized impression ofone of London's smellier neighborhoods. As for Julia Roberts, howcould poor little Hugh finally fall for such a selfish bad temperedminx!Did you know incidentally that Notting Hill is based on an incident inmy life? I visited my local travel bookshop in Notting Hill and theyoung man behind the counter exposed himself to me in the TurkishDepartment. He then became a horrible stalker and the police had torestrain him. He sold a grossly distorted version of this story toHollywood and this is the result. They did want me to play the JuliaRoberts part but I felt I could not relive that yucky experience evenif they used a stunt flasher.Talking of movies I don't know why I bothered to go to the Londonpremiere of The Mummy. Well I do really, because it was in aid of mypet charity The World Prostate Olympics. But the whole film gave me apowerful sense of deja vu. If you live with a woman like Madge Allsopfor as long as I have, spooky old embalmed mummies hold no terrors.Watch out for my historic ad in The New York Times. Clip it out andgive it to your kiddies. These ads of mine are collector's items.Lots of love,Dame EdnaPerformances will be Tuesday through Saturday at 8:00 p.m.; matinees onWednesday and Saturday at 2:00 p.m. and on Sunday at 3:00 p.m. Ticketsare on sale at the Booth Theatre box office 222 West 45th St. andthrough TeleCharge at (212) 239-6260 / 973 239-6200 and (800) 722-4990(24hrs/7days) www.telecharge.com.Visit the Dame Edna websitewww.Dame-Edna.comwww.DameEdnaOnBroadway.comPossibly a cheap and effect way of doing it - it pays to advertise!Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/Share what you know. Learn what you don't.