The set for ’A Brief Encounter with Noel Coward’ is up, painted and well on the way to being finished.

Rehearsals are progressing. The Director has sent round his latest schedule so there are no excuses for no one not knowing what is going on and where. Books go down very soon!!!

Tickets are now on sale, beat the rush and call Betty on 01865 820375.

They are £8 each and the nights we are talking about are 26th-28th November. Where the place? Southmoor Village Hall at 7.30pm. Saturday night tickets are £12.50 each and include a supper, part of the extensive 60 year celebrations the group is conducting.

My life seems to be one endless pub quiz at present. Last Wednesday our team the mighty ‘Dramarama’ took part in a charity quiz in Faringdon. This is in addition to the regular Sunday night bash. Thursday is the regular ‘Fir Tree’ quiz down the Iffley Road and Friday was going to be the Oxfordshire Drama Network quiz. This was called off due to lack of teams; only 6 teams entered and our group supplied three of them! Tut,Tut, for shame on others that didn’t support this most enjoyable annual event. So the only question asked on Friday night was what’s on TV?-easy answer reality programmes, inane twaddle and endless soaps.

Victor Meldrew lives!!!!

Now would you believe the KBDG are reviving the social event. Our social secretary, the lovely Andrea, is organising a game of ten pin bowling very shortly, and then we have the Annual Dinner in January, my my it’s all happening in the KBDG.

My mate Chuffer has recovered from his Eastbourne adventure, As far as I know he’s lying dormant at present, still hoping to hear from Marylin I reckon (see previous blogs). If anything develops on the Chuffer front dear reader you will be the first to hear about it.

Now a story about a good young Catholic lad in confession one morning. It went like this:- 'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'.

The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano?'

'Yes, Father, it is.'

'And who was the girl you were with?'

'I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation.'

'Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'

'I cannot say.'

'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'

'I'll never tell.'

'Was it Nina Capelli?'

'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'

'Was it Cathy Piriano?'

'My lips are sealed.'

'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'

'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'

The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.'

Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?'

'Four months vacation and five good leads...'