Dressing down

A curse on all zip manufacturers. I am doing my bit for amateur dramatics with Vesey Players in Sutton Coldfield this week in the role of the tragic heroine Widow Twanky in that multi-cultural melodrama Aladdin.

At one point I flounce off, rather well I might say, and have 30 seconds to get back on in a new wig and flash dress. With the new frock on, wig in place and, on stage, the sentence that ends in my cue line already started the helpful dresser announces: "The zip's bust".

There is a certain challenge to completing a scene without turning around, holding up a rather heavy, multi-layered frock and trying to control balloon boobs which are determined to escape - oh and remember the odd line at the same time.