'Oh Yes, he is.....'
Or more correctly - 'Oh Yes they are' and 'Oh Yes it is.' That time of the year has rolled around again - the Young Farmers' Drama competition is imminent. Eeek! The fun begins? Not.
This year the set piece is pantomime and our lot, Chirbury and Marton, have chosen 'The Cow that gave the Golden Milk' which can be given a suitable agricultural slant. They have given themselves barely a month to get from tonight's mumbled read-through to 'the' competition performance on stage in Whitchurch.
I'm there as a willing slave to our producer Maureen - to paint scenery and produce props - if asked nicely I'll help with sound and publicity too. Our cold old village hall will seem like a second home as days are taken up with building and painting and evenings with rehearsals. I'll be wishing the next month away just to put an end to the agony; pantomime is my least favourite form of theatre. On the plus side the young people are great fun and I know there will be some laughs and memorable moments along the way.
PS I don't expect to like it any more come the middle of February either.