Aug 10, 2009 01:08
I can't sleep. It really is a godsend, a decent night's sleep, for the memory, the voice, the muscles... All of which I may or may not need sometime in the next twenty-four hours, I can't exactly puzzle it out. But it's fine- I don't expect much of myself, how could anyone expect more? After all, I needn't quit my day job to become a West End actor. No, no, I always have my fiction writing to fall back upon!
This joke comes at the expense of a one, Aubrey David Innes, and is humbly presented to viewers like you. Should you find the joke a trifle humorous (a chuckle, a snigger, a cough if we're feeling stingy!), please donate a few hours of your time to tonight's production of Les Mis at the Countshire University Theatre. I'm sure you'll be disappointed by a one, yours truly, but the rest of the cast is brilliant. And, may I say as the weak link in the chain, fuck the talented lot of them.
Oh, I need sleep. I can only imagine how mortified I'll be come morning. I didn't mean that about, 'fuck the lot of you', I swear. It's only a bit of jealousy and an incalcuable amount of nerves speaking.
Sincerely,
A One, A Bastard,
A.D. Innes
aubrey innes