OK so I promised a critical analysis on ‘Life & Beth’ at the Playhouse last week, here goes- it was very good. I thank you.

Now I also mentioned we were fielding two teams in the village Blandy Boffins quiz last week. Well I am so ashamed at the result I shall only say it was the questions guv… they were all wrong….it wasn’t fair….we didn’t really want to win anyway…etc., etc.

Moving on, our Chairlady Kate was suffering from glandular fever this week, it’s amazing what you can pick up in the wilds of Charney Bassett you know, but still rehearsals have happily continued for Memory of Water and books are tentatively starting to hit the decks. The set is up but still requires a little tweaking I am told by the divine Emily who is back from honeymoon and looks no worse for the experience I can tell you.

Rehearsals for ‘Kill Jill’ are also going spiffingly and Mike and Susi have also begun work on a 2-hander for the ODN festival. Wall to wall amateur dramatics everywhere you look in KB then. One Rob Hall has been working hard on the website uploading lots of photos from past productions so if you get a moment have a look on www.kbdgshow.biz. You won’t regret it.

I may have already mentioned we are holding our own ‘Forties to Noughties’ Quiz as part of the group’s 60th anniversary celebrations. The date has been set for Saturday 20th June. Why not put it in your diary now so I don’t have to keep on about it?

What passed as the nearest thing we have had to a social event for ages occurred last Thursday when the more robust members of the group met to discuss our involvement in the summer village fete followed by nibbles and tipples in honour of one of our members' 60th birthdays which of course coincides with the 60th anniversary of the group. I am too much of a gentleman to mention the lady who is hitting 60 so we’ll call her Linda. The lovely Linda was presented with printed book of photographs of her performances with KBDG over the last 35 years, a really great present.

Smile of the week came from Ray & Bubba who are Arkansas mechanical engineers and were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A woman walked by and asked what they were doing.

'We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole,' said Bubba, ‘but we don't have a ladder.' The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement, announced, 'Eighteen feet, six inches,' and walked away. Ray shook his head and laughed. 'Ain't that just like a woman! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!'