Today brought an end to the fabulous run of ‘Picasso at the Lapine Agile’, and with the end of any show comes the strike. As we were taking the scenery down to the waiting trucks, it became apparent that our transportation was not quite adequate for our means. We thus begun breaking up the set in the entranceway to the theatre, which didn’t go down too well with the management, who told us that we would need to take it back up three flights of very steep stairs before we could dissemble it. It was at this point that I heard a French voice whisper into my ear that if I passed him the wood he would take it round a back alley and discreetly break it up. I have no idea who this chap was, but it seemed like a good idea, and pretty soon the van was loaded, and the mysterious stranger disappeared back into the night.
After the success of ‘Operation Break Wood’ we all headed to the Mexican restaurant Zest for an evening of frivolities and banana milkshakes. Having learnt my lesson from the last cast party I opted against riding the mechanical bull, as I would quite like to sit down at some point during my birthday tomorrow.