Incidentally, I have a bit of a thing about Alan Ayckbourn. I know he is a rare and dedicated patron of regional theatre, a brilliant technician and plotter; interviews point to him being an erudite, sensitive, insightful man; I feel that anyone who gets as excited as I do about a new series of Just A Minute should be his target audience; but there is some instinct in me that says the day I pay to see your play is the day I surely die.
Monday, you say? I know. A blast of Kanye West and a marmite crumpet will do the trick.
