I’m pretty sure that you have the regulation issue, and I must say that you wear them well.

I wanted to improvise, but they just told me to stick to the script.

I’m a Method Poster, I told them; each gem has to be quarried from the inner-most depths of my psyche. I have to be, above all else, true to myself.

Bugger off, they said , just type the words in the script.

So I’ve typed.

Under protest.

It would have been much better if I’d been allowed to improvise…

Four ears.

Mind.

Boggled.