Seething, I am...

Seething. 5pm Friday had en e-mail from a pathetic excuse of a planner which encapsulates all the petty beaurocratic snotty nosed crap that defines the way which this dear country blunders from one disaster to another. Its not a matter of who is in Government, its as bad whoever is in, its more to do with people not realising that their presence on this earth does make a difference, and that if they do nothing it has a real negative impact on those attempting to make this world better. So I got him in a corner and gave him one telephonic seeing to that he will not be forgetting for some time. Right THATS off my chest, now to more pleasant matters...

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Soothed by Mrs Jackanapes administrations-I will return the favour sometime, I can concentrate now on higher matters, namely the epic production of "Fern the Green Fairy" at Blue Towers which premiered this weekennd.

This was an awesome production, created in the confined spaces of a cardboard box with the front cut out, trees stuck on the front, backdrop to the rear. Lighting comprising torches set into the side of the box, and green Christmas lights round the outside. The characters consisted of pictures photocopied out of the book (go on, sue me!) and carefully stuck onto pink and yellow straws. No attention to detail was left unsullied.

Little Miss Blue said I could be director if I paid her £85. When I said she could stuff it, she announced the fact that that option would cost me double. She definitely suffered from Producer's nerves an hour before the premier, needing a sit on her Dad's lap and a quick intravenous feed of hot chocolate- just wait till I release her on the unsuspecting planning fraternity-revenge is so sweet!!!.

The premier occurred 3pm yesterday afternoon, with June our neighbour, otherwise known as the "Fairy at the Bottom of the Garden" being invited (she wasnt even charged! a serious ommission on behalf of the theatre management),tea with egg mayonnaise sandwiches and chocolate cake served before the performance and during the interval-on the best china of course.

Yes, there were those who let the side down. Fluffy the Squirrel (the ASBO of the fairy world) became so excited when Fern climbed onto her back and ruffled his fur that he managed to cause structural damage to the theatre structure, dislodging the fairy lights in doing so. The maintenance team had to restrain him before he started gnawing on the electrics. They only suffered a couple of bites on the hand by the little blighter which were attended to by the St John's Ambulance Brigade, and now he is safely incarcerated in a straight jacket. ( makes note to ask Mrs Jackanapes if she has any novel recipies involving cooked squirrel).

And the highlight-well it had to be when the fireworks started. Those little lights have never been turned on and off so fast, and the aural effects were truly deafening

Who said don't work with children and animals....?