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The first night of the play is tomorrow.  The play lasts a couple of hours and I’m on stage almost all the time.  That’s a lot of lines!  Once I’ve really learnt my lines, they seem to slip out of my consciousness.  It’s a wierd feeling.  I know that I know the lines, but they’re not  accessible to me unless I’m actually running through the play.  Scary.  Still, it could be worse - I could be the prompt!  That is without doubt the worst job in an amateur production.

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Next week, Tuesday to Friday, I’ll be appearing on stage in North Berwick in “Over My Dead Body” - a comedy about a widower’s attempts to lead a quiet life despite the best efforts of friends and family. It’s a funny show - come along and support a bit of local culture! Tickets are available from Seatons in North Berwick, or from me - priced £6 or £4 for concessions.

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And so it begins….the miserable task of learning my lines for the upcoming production of “Over My Dead Body”. I’ve been throught the book highlighting my lines, I’ve sat and counted how many pages I have to learn and I’ve counted how many discrete chunks of lines I have to learn, but I have yet to actually start learning my lines.

Learning lines is one of those tasks that suddenly make all the other tedious chores in life seem both pressing and interesting in comparison. So I’ve emptied the dishwasher - even put away all the plates and cutlery rather than leaving them in piles on a kitchen surface - and am now typing a blog entry when I should really be LEARNING LINES. Just about anything seems more appealing. Apart from cutting the grass, of course. There are limits.

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