Haven’t done a blog for almost a year. Been too busy being doubled and trebled jabbed and avoiding human contact like the plague. Literally. But one has to get out occasionally and, quadrupled jabbed and ridiculously bullish, I ventured along to Toddington for Luton St Andrews latest. Lucky Stiff. Postponed more times than a certain infamous Scottish football match that got ditched twenty nine times. I exaggerate, but then I often do. But, exaggerations apart, I wasn’t the only one catching up on long lost and forgotten interaction with old theatrical friends. Loads in the night I went and all in full volume anticipatory voices. Simple pleasures long deprived. Noisy audience harbingered noisy show. Seemed appropriate, and the warmth of post covid meetings enhanced the mood. But, what about the show? say the two or three who read these ramblings. I mean, let’s face it, not a single soul is interested in the incipient musings of an ageing theatrical codger. Cut to chase, was it any good?