And still, still, still, no word from Mr Agent. Exceppptionally frustrating.

The matriarch has decreed that I must audition as soon as possible as otherwise, people will be snapped up for other shows.

So an audition date has been set for the last Sunday in March.

So come one. Come all.

Assuming you're a twenty-something girl or a thirty-something boy.

And assuming I get my performing rights.