We've booked ourselves a trip on the Orient Express on 21st, 22nd and 23rd June and whaddyaknow? Someone's only gone and got themselves killed. Fortunately, Hercule Poirot has wangled himself a last minute seat on the train so he will be able to sort it all out.
Or, to put it another way, we're presenting Agatha Christie's 'Murder on the Orient Express' at Talking Heads, Portswood on those dates. Doors open at 7, performances start at 8:30. Tickets a mere five pounds per head. The rest of the body gets in free.
As far as we know, it's not been done as a stage play before, so you will want to shower Julia with praise (usually in the form of wine) for a tremendous adaptation and pinpoint direction. Come along and try and work out whodunnit and why and where and when and with what before Hercule Poirot's little grey cells unravel the mystery. And see if you can work out what the hell our accents are.
Some more information on the poster, stylishly put together by Clive.
Incidentally, that is Glastonbury weekend, in case some of you managed to get tickets to that.
Feel free to repost here, there and everywhere. Cheers. Have a funtastic weekend.