I have to say I have had to curtail my educational services. Although I felt my contribution to young actors was something worth doing, and passing my wealth of experience onto a new generation gave me a sense of pride and self-fulfillment rare in these troubled times, I have had to end it. Also my silverware went missing.
One young man was particularly talented, and as we sprinted through the Bard, gave shape to farce and explored the world of existential theatre I did feel he was going to have an issue tackling Dickens. and that he did. I tried him with my Pickwick and he made a complete hash of it. I am afraid I lost my temper. There are few things which oil my anger stick, but this was one of them. "Take thee from this place" I shouted "and lest thou ever darken this portal again, be thy aware my wrath awaits undiminished by the passing solar epoch". He asked me what the f*** I was talking about, which just goes to show.
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