I need to crack on and get myself organised now. I've faffed around with the fringe programme entry but that's been about it.

I need to make up my rehearsal schedule, send my poor cast their scripts, find myself a sound man, a lights man, a stage manager man, a prompt, a publicity man. On and on the list goes.

Usefully, tonight I'm off to see Carthage Must Be Destroyed. So I'll get nothing practical done again.

I dreamt last night that I was directing a musical featuring a large pack of children in rat costumes singing Bugsy Malone's "So you want to be a boxer?" The best lighting man in Edinburgh was making it all look beautiful though I'm not sure how artful the content was. Next stop a pantomime, me thinks.