Time for a gratuitous shot, I think, just to demonstrate (a bit) that I approve (quite a lot) of the general look -
Glad we got that cleared up.
PS. Break a leg and whatnot for next week.
Corinne, a twenty-something Theatre Maker blogging about London, life and David Tennant's hair.
Because that was what it was always about. It may have been a boy named Griffin who started the story but he quickly became part of the sideshow. Which was, I suppose, what marked us out and why I'm writing this letter to you all now and not simply trying to put names to the faces which peer back at me from a photo album as I do to many who shared that bit of the journey but who have melted now away.
Deck shoes. Riccardi and coke. John Barrowman. Fountains. The Evil Eye. Stage doors. David Tennant. 'Stargirl'. Eurovision. Girl Bands. Roadtrips. Bloody Bristol. The Bedford. JCS. Paolo. Camping. Banners. Dressing up. Never dressing down. Bouncing. New Years. Birthdays. Crazy golf. Puddings. Good grammar. 'Semi Charmed Life'. Bingo Films. Cocktails. Wine.
Of other things, the words slip through my fingers. I do not even know where to begin as to what our fifth year has already brought, reducing our team photo forever more by one. It has confirmed, however, how proud I am of having shared the last few years with you all. We've done incredible things together. Often crazy things. But incredible too.
I would not have missed it for anything.