Bentwater Roads: Race Against Time.

Up and out of bed for a jog around the park with Ivan. I think I'll try and keep the exercise up after the show ends but it will be sad not having Ivan's company. I showered and packed my bags for heading to London after the evening show. I have a train ticket for 10:42pm from Ipswich, the show tends to finish around 10pm so I should be lucky, Penny called and told me she found friends, Alan and David, who will be watching the show tonight who are happy to taxi me to the station. Flitting around town I got lunch and organized the last few items I would need for Trina's surprise on her birthday.

At Bentwaters we got 6 people up and playing basketball, James, Mark, Jess, Rachel, Cherilyn and Me so we had a game of three on three which was a great change from trying to play two on one. The first show in the afternoon flew by and I was trying really hard to concentrate on the show rather than the birthday celebrations to follow tomorrow. Between shows I finally had one of the Chicken Burgers from the grill set up outside the Hush House, it was absolutely delicious.

We played some more basketball and I made sure everything was in order for a quick escape after the show. Dread upon dread, the show went up(started) almost 10 minutes late. My first scene as the pilot my sunglasses flew out from my helmet and skidded along the concrete floor and when I picked them up, in the middle of my scene, I noticed one of the Polaroid lenses had popped out, so, the scene ended with me with my arse in the air bending over to pick up my lost lens.

It wasn't to be the best of evenings for me. We went up another five minutes late after the interval, Penny introduced me to David and Alan, the men who had kindly agreed to taking me to the station after the show, the likelihood of getting to Ipswich on time after what would now be a 10:15 curtain call (end of the show) seemed a little less likely.

In the second half, the latch to hold the tower together wouldn't lock, I hit my head three times on the cage and in my quickest of changes (from the American pilot to a pagan blowing the ceremonial horn, all happening inside the tower as it is moved off stage) I found myself wondering why the second leg of my trousers wouldn't go on, only finally realising in the darkness trying to keep my balance in the moving tower that one leg was inside out. The ceremony started without me and I just managed to get on to stage before the priest arrived to do the sacrifice. At this rate I thought, I'm going to choke to death on my chewing gum in the pilot/commander scene but luckily it went smoothly.

Curtain down and I dashed for the changing rooms. By 10:17pm I was getting into Alan and David's car, both avid theatre goers and lovely men, one a former florist and the other a retired dentist. They spared no speed limits to try and get me to the train station on time and I thought right till the very last moment that we'd make it.  Sadly it wasn't so but I'm very grateful for the attempt and for Penny organizing it.

After a little rethink I decided a morning train would be the best option. I called Trina to let her know I wouldn't be home tonight. 

Walked back up the hill, past town and on to Henley Road. I was balancing my bags etc when I stupidly put my iphone in my mouth and it slipped and fell to the ground shattering the display. Finally a little tense, with a new train ticket booked for the earliest departure I hit the hay and tried to sleep for the excitement of seeing Trina and hopefully making her happy with my presents and presence.