Director's Commentary  I cast myself as a git called Selwyn Piper who was shot by his missus (Sharon in a geisha-girl black wig) and I had to lie motionless on the cold, hard stage at Northern in full view of all the audience, for twenty minutes every night. A truly horrible experience, although the play was great fun. And there was always some snotty ten year old who decided to stare at me to see if I twitched. It’s a wonder I didn’t go mad. MAD, I TELLS YA, MAD! Ray

The Audience Won't Notice  At one point in the play Selwyn celebrates his cunning with a bottle of champagne hidden on a shelf. One night the bottle rolled to the back and Ray couldn’t find it so the audience were treated to "Let's celebrate with some... er... ", then, after a mad, unsuccessful scramble for the champagne ".... gin!"

Quote, Unquote  The absent champagne bottle and the look of horror that crossed poor Ray's face as he improvised with gin! Sharon