Chapter Twelve
The Wolf’s Tail
A good line without good delivery is no longer a good line
The day after the rehearsal, Charlie stepped into the caravan, dumped a bag of scented trees on the table, and picked up his revised script George had left on the kitchen table. He started to count George’s red corrections, gave up after the first page, and flicked the kettle on.
Charlie felt a huge need to stand up for Derek. Granted he wasn’t funny, but he was willing to perform in the albatross dress with a stutter and a limp. In Charlie’s book, that deserved more than a stream of abuse shouted from a megaphone; that deserved a round of applause, good music, and a great line.
George didn’t see it that way.
Charlie had been in the caravan for a week, and in that time, he had tried a few let’s
