She did so very elegantly, I must say, and given the baking
heat in the venue I was close to fainting myself, but it was odd and faintly
distressing. 

Next, the pianist, the very talented Michael Roulston, gave me
the pure theatrical pleasure of hearing someone call out 'is there a doctor
in the house?', and we were ushered out briskly.

We waited to see if the show would indeed go on.  It did not, but I am told that Faith, who has
been unwell recently, has recovered.

I then had a flyer for Stonewall thrust into my hand by an Adonis covered in
body glitter.  A sales tactic which was staggeringly effective. 

I had plans to go see Nijisnky at the Assembly, and there was an overlap, so I found
myself rather reluctantly sneaking out of Stonewall before the end.  I say
reluctantly, because it was excellent, though the stage design drew heavily
on the school of sparkle.  It was a little bit like staring at a mirror ball
on k.

Then I ran - yes, ran! - from the Pleasance to George Street, only to find
that the Nijinsky show had been cancelled. Our Nijinsky was still in Poland,
laid low by injury. 

Determined actually to see a show from start to finish
I went to Aurora Nova and was tickled by the Decay Unlimited Cabaret, which
was beautifully performed and not remotely morbid.
[Read a review of this play here - ed]

It is impossible to see shows now without plotting ways of snaffling the
performers for the Vaudeville, so I hope that four naked men will be gracing
my stage and some point during August, followed by two women and a man
dressed as a trout.  You'll see...