Both tonight and closing night tomorrow look set to be sold-out. I'm delighted by this; I'm excited that the marvellous work by the cast & crew has paid off so well. They have all been brilliant - talented and dedicated - and they are seeing well-deserved rewards for their efforts.
This was the day Mr Birmingham came to visit. He's drinking a "prop". It's filled with "water".
As the run approaches its finale, I am both saddened by the impending end of one of the most fun and creatively fulfilling times in my life; and chuffed to bits about its success, and the help the cash boost will give the theatre.
Above all, I'm thrilled about one of the most wonderful gifts I've ever received.
Simon Bedak (with the backing of fellow playwrights Steve Le Marquand and Michael Neaylon, as well as, I assume, the blessing of John Birmingham himself) has appointed me Official Felafel Bitch of the Universe. This uber-cool title means I will be the go-to guy for people interested in staging Felafel in the next few years.
This is quite an incredible honour, and a tremendous investment of faith in me from the guys. I have promised Squire Bedak that I will do my best to uphold the reputation of Felafel. In this spirit, I intend to start growing mary-jane under lamps in my bathroom, going to strip clubs, moon-tanning - and using my occasional close proximity to politicians to get some really good whip-cracking in. Nice.