Theatre Stories with Kenneth Reese-Evans
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Good evening. Good evening. I'm Kenneth Reese Evans, and this is their storeys. In the interest of full disclosure, of course, I'm also known as the Trevor Thorne Bridges. And in certain limited circles, Cucumber Jones. Last evening, the Lady Fair Weather and I took in an enchanting production of The Taming of the Shrew, highlighted by a captivating performance from the one and only Lord Alistair Ruggles Worth with whom you may recall, I have other spirit in history. Anyway, over the course of a fortnight, some three decades passed. Lord Alistair and I had co starred in a rather pedestrian city of London production of The Merchant of Venice. I myself hard to believe, of course, was but a theatrical kneel fight at the time, having trod the boards only a handful of times previously. Anyway, I've lost my train of thought you were with his usual grace. Lord Alistair guided me through the performance with his signature written charisma. Whoa, what a heady time that was. Lord have mercy. Anyway, After the third or fourth performance, Lord Alistair invited me out to the lion's Crest Pub for a few pints in a plate of bangers and mash. And, of course, the Lions crest still offers the best bangers and mash in all of London. Surely you agreed. What? Have not wear my What am I doing, Jeeves? Well, on into the evening, a rather surly and intoxicated soccer hooligan chap began making snide comments about my white velvet pantaloons, which, of course, you may recall, were very much in fashion. Among the theatrical set to the time without warning, Lord Alistair ripped a rather fine rendering of the great Benny Hill off the wall and proceeded to smash it over the unruly chips noggin. The poor don't went down like a sandbag curtain call. I made the ensuing rockets anyway. At the bar, Lord Alistair calmly strode out to the street and offered up only a single comment. ********! I seem to have misplaced my bloody pipe. Oh, Lord Alistair, If that doesn't reflect you, I don't know what does. Always the character, unfortunately, and that's all the time. We have a theatre storeys this week. I'm Kenneth Reese Evans, and I'll see you under the lights