Yesterday saw the tearful finale to a month-long standoff with DHL. It all started what seems like years ago, when a young(ish) comedy promoter ordered a black backdrop to dress the stage at his club. After a little research into the best source for the type of curtain he needed, he stumbled across a company selling made-to-measure theatre drapes via Amazon; it was at this point he ordered what he needed, and then switched from discussing his actions in third-person to first. When I (for I am he, just like in 'I am the Walrus') ordered the curtain, I had the foresight to allow time for arrival, while also factoring in how long it would take to adapt it for use; provided we could road-test it at the first of our two shows in March to be completely ready for the second one, I’d be happy. What I didn’t anticipate was the aeon it would take for the delivery company to find my address. Before we move on, let’s make something clear: there...
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