Lyric theatre, Shaftesbury avenue, show 4

The routine was a bit different this time around as I was elected, so to speak, to drive Sean to where the Lorry was parked on the m25 before heading back to collect the others. 

I hadn't done the mathematics (or math for my American friends) properly because even if we'd left on time

(8:30 am) it would have been 10:30 before I got back to Croydon to collect the others. 

But Sean was late, very late! Totally unlike him to be honest and I was starting to panic a little. Time is of the essence with this particular venue being central London and all. 

Sean eventually rocked up around 9:15 and we were straight off. I figured it best if everyone left with the other van as there was space. I sent the text to all, got a 10 minute phone call which I didn't understand from Micaela, about going with the other van. 

After dropping Sean off and getting to Haze's, having passed everyone heading to the tube en route, we were off ourselves. 

We got there at 12:00, distributed the usual propaganda and went off to lunch. This time is was a pizza place that professor had seen somewhere. It was awesome and the pizzas, which we were sharing I'll add, we're massive. 

Check the size of that cunt.

I meant the pizza!!!!

Usual get in at 2:00 and it was all hands on deck building the show. 

Or at least it should have been.  

Most of the cast were outside filling Asia's attempt to pull a hearse 20 meters, by her fucking HAIR!!!

Which she did in all fairness to her. It hurt like a cunt by all accounts. Don't need to be a doctor to spot that one!!

Asia, hurting like fuck... Monday just gone. 

The show went well and there was the usual set down, get the kit down fast as fuck and the commute to Wimbledon and back to collect the vans, and then the cast. 

Fortinately, we didn't leave sometime behind this time that could have potentially fucked the whole show. 

Which was nice!