I have to say old people are so ungrateful. I mean, I expect that sort of thing from teenagers or middle aged folk, but old people? I told stories. I sang. I danced. I told a few jokes. I even did my impression of Derek Jacobi eating Brie. Nothing. There was even the sound of running water from one of them during a annecdote about Jon Pertwee.
Then, on teh way out, someone stopped me, and, poised to sign an autograph, I was told "Come on Mr Mallory, you can't go home today". The last thing I expected when asked to come here was a post performance colonostomy. This is worse than when I appeared in Bath.
When I finally convinced them of my indentity, they were most apologetic. Although on the way out I SWEAR I heard Cants' laugh.
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