On Second Thoughts, Let's Not Go To Camelot; It Is A Silly Place.

So drama is done and dusted. All gone and away. Finito.

Well.

The performance part of it.

Which was, I might add, extremely fantastic. Shockingly so, one might say, if they were that way inclined. Which I am.

Actually, I kind of miss it. I miss drama already, and I've still got a whole term to go of it. This is a bad sign. I hate drama. With a passion. We know this. We have got used to the fact that I have committed myself to a couple of years of hell and hate. But now I like it. Most likely because I don't have to do it again. Unless, of course, there was some freak accident where the examiner gets shot in the back of the head, not actually killing him, but somehow causing him to lose all his memory, at the exact same time that Mrs. Sweeney gets taken hostage by terrorists on a flight to Fiji, and her hands and tongue cut off, therefore rendering it impossible for her to communicate to anyone, whilst AT THE VERY SAME TIME, the mark sheets are used to soak up a rogue cup of spilt hot chocolate, causing all the writing to smudge and run, whilst MAGICALLY IN THE SPACE TIME CONTINUUM OF DRAMA DOOM, the tape of the performance itself gets taped over with an old repeat of "Countdown". Then we might have to re do the performance. And I might not like drama so much then.

But as this is quite unlikely, I feel that I can stay comfortable in the thought that I like drama without worrying that all that stuff that I mentioned before might happen.

So what I'm trying to say is this: I am going to miss life without having lines to learn, horrid dolls to create out of three white teeshirts, the inside of a cushion, and a truckload of acrylic paint, having bizarre floor-length-tent-maternity-wear dresses to perch on my body, and cloaks on which someone behind will inevitably stand on whilst in procession, causing a stop-start-giggle fiasco, at the same time as being extremely close to blowing the candle-in-a-jar which is balancing on my shaky, shaky hand.

Drama is weird.

And today, when I was watching Billet Piper, Laurence Foxy and Kris Marshall perform "Treats", I realized that I will very likely never do any kind of performance again, malheursement.

And this is sad.

So anyway, I don't really have anything to say for the moment, due to the fact that I have not really done anything except for drama over the past few weeks. Never mind. This week will be interesting.

Yarr.