Is is fair?

Did you know that there’s a scientific test to find out how hard things are?

Scientific.

It involves hitting the thing you want to test, with something else.

i.e. Hit me with anything and you’ll discover I’m not.

Hard.

You could knock me down with a feather.

Clever.

Trevor was my best friend when I was eleven years old.

He probably had a higher ranking on the Vickers Test than I.

The Vickers test is not the only scientific way to test hardness, the Brinell test is one of several others.

I score badly on all of them.

But… I find the results of the Vickers test illuminating – apparently a diamond is the Earth’s hardest naturally occurring material, it comes in at 70 to 150 gigapascals on the test.

In comparison I come in below zero.

They found this out by using the Vickers hitting tool.

Which is, basically, a diamond.

Is that fair?

Hit me with me, and I’d score something.

Surely?

What about Church?

Jack has pushed the half empty bottle of wine as far down the table as he can reach. And then a finger push more.

Reaching it now will need a superhuman stretch on his part.

Besides, he has lines to learn.

Grant them removed.

So far so good.

He’s trying to concentrate – grant that this your noise­ – should there be a linking and in there?

He searches in his pocket for the print out of the text.

Yes.

He begins again.

Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise has chid..

Chid?

That can’t be right.

He reaches into his pocket once more, having already refolded the printout and replaced it.

God this is complicated!

Maybe he should have pushed the bottle away earlier? Further?

Chid is right. Though, to be fair, it’s chid down. 

Makes much more sense.

Hath – it should be hath, obviously – chid down all the majesty of England.

Jack was in rehearsal earlier today - nothing to do with this text battling with a bottle of wine just out of arm’s reach.

One of the actors turned to another and asked – “are you going to act or just read your lines?”

It seemed harsh.

It was a rehearsal after all.

Show day is still a month away.

Imagine that you see the wretched strangers, their babies on their backs, and their poor luggage. Plodding ….

The rehearsal is plodding.

There hasn’t been a run yet.

Everyone’s script seems to be different.

The director keeps saying – “we WILL look at that.”

Extra rehearsal has been announced, Sunday mornings.

What about church?