The man didn't much care for our production so the excitement of a trip to Cupar is off. But the audience seemed to quite enjoy it and we got this nice picture in the Evening News. Their man didn't rate it either, mainly, but not entirely, for the same reasons.

The cast repaired to the pub to drown such sorrows as they had - not many, and even fewer after the first drink, leaving stage manager, director and helper to disappear into the night with the set.

I saw most of the other plays. Some were good, some middling and at least one was dire. Our director was so scunnered at our adjudication that he didn't turn up on the last night to hear the results. That's a bit of an over-reaction in my opinion but there you go. It also left to me the glory of going up to the stage to collect the wee certificate that every entry gets as a sort of souvenir. After all it's taking part that counts isn't it. I'm looking forward to next year already.