Planet Mad

Another evening of culcha has drifted passed here on Planet Mad. Actually, "drifted" may be the wrong word - "roared, guffawed and cried" may be far more accurate. The discovery, earlier this week, of my thigh muscles has now been matched by the exciting realisation that I once again have stomach muscles. At least, I *must* have stomach muscles, because they're bloody aching from laughing so much. And what caused such hilarity? Why, I'll tell you - the National Theatre's production of Noises Off as seen at the Birmingham Rep. If you get the chance, go and see it. Sod it, even if you have to bunk off work and blag your way in to the theatre, go and see it. Go on - what are you waiting for? Stop reading this rubbish - GO.