(well, sort of).
Ok.
Jara and I were, like, stage hands on some show. And then we ended up as director's assistants (for no apparent reason). Which was all well and good until they demanded we filk 'Sickbed of Cuchulainn' by The Pogues to mock conventions (although, omg, "You got pissed while at Gallifrey, and fell down at Archon..." could scan...).
There was... a lot of disturbing running around, hiding, getting people waters.
And then the director changed, and was Replicarter.
(ok, so that was about the end, really. It's kinda sad)
And, yes. I am up WAY TOO EARLY.
But I went to bed early.
Ok.
Jara and I were, like, stage hands on some show. And then we ended up as director's assistants (for no apparent reason). Which was all well and good until they demanded we filk 'Sickbed of Cuchulainn' by The Pogues to mock conventions (although, omg, "You got pissed while at Gallifrey, and fell down at Archon..." could scan...).
There was... a lot of disturbing running around, hiding, getting people waters.
And then the director changed, and was Replicarter.
(ok, so that was about the end, really. It's kinda sad)
And, yes. I am up WAY TOO EARLY.
But I went to bed early.
