Unearthed treasure

Frabjous joy.

Frog, clearing the decks in readiness for one or other of the latest bits of nonsense, accidentally disinterred a bit of history. He has found the only remaining entire copy, in living colour, of the pantomime we co-wrote about fourteen years ago: "Blibala and the Forty Beancats." We wrote it over the space of five weeks, each taking a turn at writing a page and largely ignoring anything in the way of plot, characterisation, continuity or plain common sense that may have crept into the earlier portion of the script. We printed off a few copies, covers boldly declaring that the whole shebang had been sponsored by Socko, the Wonder Duck-Whitener. I managed to lose my copy in the move over to Railway Cuttings (ditto the unpublished A0 poster version of "King of the B-Movies" starring Stanley Baldwin as Sexton Blake).

I'll stir myself to share the joy over the next few days. I'm still quite pleased with the ending.