This week were set to go to the park, but as the weather put the kybosh on this, we met on Zoom once more. Hopefully we’ll reach the park on a future occasion, when the weather is more seasonable.
We had a weekly catch up, with members weeks ranging from cycling challenges, stress at work and paying for drag-show breasts over a period of time, “tit by tit”, as it were….we also discussed putting forward a proposal to take part in November’s SHOUT festival.
Finally, we read through the remainder of a script we’d looked at previously, a very surreal piece “The Worst Village in England”, where in a warped village, someone falls foul of a fridge. The writers were French, so I suspect it was a dig at us “Ros-bifs”