So it’s over. Three months of hard slog and three nights in the hall and that’s it.

The Accrington Pals went over the top last Thursday, Friday and Saturday in the village hall and was very well received I must say. Difficult play to actually enjoy but the story it told was powerful and emotional and a few tears rolled down many a cheek at the end of the performance.

The audience numbers were excellent on every night and despite the freezing weather and dark nights people ventured from many miles away to witness our November offering.

Well having put that title to bed we look forward to 2009 and from my point of view hope it’s better than this year. The thieving low life who damaged my car is still out there in the bushes I guess and now having had it repaired at great expense I will not be taking it to the hall again in a hurry. Why we should have to put up with feral marauding youths making everybody’s life a pain in the ass is beyond me.

Anyway that’s not my beef this week. This week I am carping on about Passports. I tried to book a holiday to be told my Passport has to have a full six months validity left when I exit this sceptred isle. So why is it called a ten year Passport when it’s only valid for 9 ½ years? Eh.? Eh……? Eh……….? Good grief.

I’ve gone for a drink wait a minute….Ah that’s better. Now at the set striking and debriefing last Tuesday night thoughts went to the next production which I believe is to be ‘The Memory of Water’. A full incisive assessment of this offering will of course be forthcoming as we trudge into 2009 season but suffice to say it features loads of ladies. We really need a few more guys in our group I can tell you.

Girls Aloud who as you know feature prominently in KBDG have sewn up the near future of the group as tight as a kipper. However I must confess the talented Kate Belcher is doing a great job as Chief Atomic Kitten and the divine Andrea and Emily did a fabulous job on stage for ‘The Pals’.

I discreetly draw a veil over the last production now.

No further news on old Chuffer’s love life. Rest assured dear reader you will be the first to know of any advances in this sordid…sorry…torrid affair.

Now keen motorists amongst you will be celebrating the opening this day in 1958 of the Preston By-Pass. Britain’s first motorway. Oh yes. I simply mention this fact so there is a point ot reading this blog. It is at least educational.

Finally, this week’s story relates to two ladies who meet in heaven.

1st woman : Hi! My name is Wanda. 2nd woman : Hi! I'm Sylvia. How'd you die? 1st woman : I froze to death. 2nd woman : How horrible! 1st woman: It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm &sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?

2nd woman : I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV. 1st woman: So, what happened? 2nd woman: I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died. 1st woman: Too bad you didn't look in the freezer---we'd both still be alive.