Wednesday night, we bewore the Ides of March and read Julius Caesar.

It started out full of vigorous promise but as people drifted away, the cast became more - let's say - concentrated and the potential for the comic began to pour into Mr Shakespeare's darkly tragic tale.

In hindsight, I didn't allocate parts very sensibly. Ross and DG ended up shamefully under-used while BS Neill ended up reading three characters who then conversed with each other - to great comic effect, mind - in a variety of regional accents. Philippi, as a consequence of a general confusion about its pronunciation, proved the icing on the cake.

But we timed it (thanks, DG). It passed the John Kelly sense, coherence and respect for Shakespeare test (thanks, John) (Lucius aside). And in honesty, it would have been worth any ticket money to hear DG reading the part of a 9 year old girl.

Thanks to all my readers. You did such an exquisite job that I almost wonder if I should be considering it as a comedy.