So. What I will miss.

Chris’ “most high miracle”. Or maybe his bitch flirting in the Laura days.

Brian saying in the most lecherous tones possible “and I shall be her father…”

Yvonne's “what is it? A spirit…?” or maybe her “how beauteous mankind is".

Fern and the corset. And the backcombing. And the boots.

Hilary and the green azured vaults. A close rival for the stuff that dreams are made on speech to my mind.

Neil, the finest Musical Director a girl could wish for’s most hideous rendition of All My Trials.

Russell and the “no, as I am a man” finger point which snuck in suddenly midway through the run.

A succession of increasingly pantomimey gestures to try and draw attention to the baby boat.

Cari weeping with laughter as she staggered off stage most nights.

Do you oooh ooooh ooooooh realise?

Matt’s increasingly concealed with scarves person.

Tommy reciting Matt’s lines in what passed for wings on the barge.

Intermission.

Ross, god love him, appearing in the cabin doorway when he should rightly have been soaked to the skin.

Gillian’s “look sir look sir”.

Helen, the wicked. Just all of the wickedness. And the sudden yelped curse when she forgot a line.

Jacques and “I cried to dream again”. Or the “anything” moment. Though a close run thing with Rent.

The baby boat making it past the window on the night of Thom Dibdin.

Russell’s tassels. Brian’s tassels. Jacques’ filthy shirt. Neil and Tommy’s tails. Yvonne’s shedding dress. The jewellery.

Herr Direktor forgetting the cakes.

Dear John Kelly frowning and “well it’s not how I would have done it but you’re doing it very well”.

The ugliest programme ever assembled by womankind. (Thanks for the fixing, Brian.)

Most of us, at one point or another, htf. Even Matt.

Missing the other Tempest, htf.

Stupid dancing in Guilty Pleasures.

Jacques wincing and fidgeting through Camille.

Sofi’s. Sofi’s. Sofi’s. Followed by meats and cheeses at Brian’s.

The rain stopping at the start of the second act on the final Saturday night.

For all your efforts and all your labours (and trials), I thank you. I almost shed and also did shed inane amounts of tears yesterday. It’s been an absolute privilege to work with you all on this marvellous most magical show.

2011, anybody?