The self-inflating underpants fail to blow up. The rehearsal stops. It’s not my problem; I’m just the writer.
‘The underpants inflate, almost smothering Terry’ says the line in my script. Somebody else will work out how to make them do this. There’s a team of talented, dedicated professionals in the rehearsal room, and they’re taking those self-inflating underpants very seriously.
Because creating The 26-Storey Treehouse: Live on Stage is a serious business. Continue reading