Monday, 15 September 2008

Under Milk Wood

I have been busy rehearsing for "Under Milk Wood" or as I like to call it "Llareggub". Some of the words and sentences are terrific.

Willy Nilly the postman downs his last bucket of black brackish tea and rumbles out bandy to the clucking back where the hens twitch and grieve for their tea-soaked sops.

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