Harem scarem.

A tech full of unexpected and hard to fix problems that were nothing to do with sound or lights. 

A following day full of suspense and a oh for a pesky day job that means I can't run for the hills screaming. 

And an utterly unexpected it'll be alright on the night moment, bursting from the gloom like a knight on a bright white charger. 

Thanks to my cast for having faith. Thanks to Dulcie and Tammy for not laughing in my face. And thanks to everyone involved who got on and did it anyway, so very superbly. 

Proper (unpaid!) professionals. I salute you.

And I wish you many broken legs (not you, Gregor. Or you, Chris) for opening night tonight.