Today at work (yes on a Sunday) I was introduced to the members of the Gold Theatre troupe, and attended the read through for their next play, which is to be performed next month. This troupe is rather special in that all of its members are over 60. There is about 50 of them in total, and as well as being exceptionally talented and quick witted, they were all absolutely lovely to me. One of them went so far as to call me a genius, but I think that is because he assumed that I was able to follow the script for the full three hours of the read through. I didn’t dare tell him that I was so busy trying to hold my bladder (no toilet breaks allowed apart from in a brief intermission about halfway through) that I barely had chance to concentrate on anything else, apart from the worrying thought that it really has come to something when your bladder is bested by a room full of pensioners.
It’s that time of year again when one of the big soft drink manufacturers releases a new product, only to withdraw it once I have become hopelessly addicted to its sugary goodness. Last year we had Pepsi’s ridiculously delicious Mont Blanc flavoured beverage, and this time it’s Coke’s turn, with the release of a citrus flavoured tipple of such exquisite excellence that it should come with some kind of warning, or at least a statement that this product will be withdrawn within the month, after which it will only be available for purchase as an out-of-date bottle meant only for collectors, and those of us who are quite happy to pay £8.99 for a (completely flat) taste of a bygone era.