I don't know. Are you sure this isn't a day at the Hair Hall of Fame?
if it is, we need to do a bit of retraining with front desk personnel.
Sad that the movies and the stars are so lackluster these days. When Angela finally goes, that will officially be the end of the Golden Age of Hollywood.
i'm not sure if the whole enchilada rests on angela's shoulders,but it will be sad when she takes her final flight.
hush! Don't even think it.
you're right, no kinehoras...poo, poo!
We are going to see her next week in Blithe Spirit. I happened to be passing the stage door yesterday, and while waiting to take a snap of the divine Miss Lansbury, some flibbertigibbet said "Angela who?!" I almost strangled her with her own tongue. Jx
how fabulous are you? i know you'll give us a play by play...can't wait!
I am sure I won't be able to resist writing about it :-)Jx
please darling, I love you already for just using the word flibbertigibbet. Alas, not enough people use it these days.
oh maddie, you know those brits and their words!
Little unknown fact about this performance; one of the dancers was murdered right after this number. Coincidence? Not!!!
and was the series pitched right there on that very stage?
Please, we're all ears!