DIARY

Seven years ago today, as I saw the Towers tumble, I knew Dr. T was not going to happen. But it's been seven years, maybe seven biblical lean years, and perhaps it's time for seven fat years.

The show is better now with Maria's script and Ian would have been a disaster. So, I'm hoping it's all for the best.

However, I'll never forget the meeting at Tony Waltons with Frank Scardino saying, This show is happening, the rehearsals at Paul Epstein's with Jim Dale. etc. etc.

But I'll never forget that feeling: the show is off.

I know, I know, I know it's unfathomably selfish of me to equate this National Disaster with my personal show biz ridiculousness, but there it is.