Old Friends & Goats milk
Fridays nights show was another belter. Full room and I’ve ironed out a couple of creases that only became evident over the course of days. A friend came to see it who I haven’t seen in years, we went to infant school together and were neighbours, and she reminded me of stuff like how the headmistress was nicknamed Mrs bombdropper on account of her size, and how I used to have goats milk at milk-time and some of the kids thought if I had cow’s milk I’d die! Not true! It was really good to meet Caroline again (and Ian, nice the hear a familiar accent ), she’s a festival regular, if you’re reading this I hope you enjoyed the show.