AFPanto 2001 – An Introduction
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The moment you’ve all been waiting for…
Once Upon A Time… It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness… …where it turned left into a side-street, right up a dark ally, and then left again to discover it was right where it shouldn’t be. In a forest. There are very odd places for a squall of rain to find itself. Many a drop has complained bitterly about how it could have been a contender had it not fallen into that drain, or how that hot light had ruined it’s chances of becoming Precipitate Of The Year at the annual awards show. It could, for example, find itself on the Discworld, which is round and flat and swims around the universe atop four giant turtles themselves balancing precariously on top of a giant turtle, flapping silently though space. Unfortunately for our misplaced storm, it has taken a different route though the perils of interdimensional travel. It has failed to land in a giant marble cup, nor has it made it’s way to the gutters of a cheese shop awaiting new stock. No, this is far worse. This, dear readers, is the land where the stories rule, where even the most careful of third princes will inevitably spend the rest of his life atop a cold and uncomfortable throne. Where all collections of pigs are careful life-long customers of the Big Bad Brick company, and where Eeny, Meany, Miney Moe & Co (Solicitors) are regularly called upon to defend innocent blondes against the accusations of large, porridge eating mammals. This, viewers, is Pantoland. And here we see somewhere else… Twenty seven figures are lined up against a wall, some are grinning nervously, others look frankly terrified, all are waiting for their turn, should it ever come. Because this is what happens when you volunteer for something. AFP. The Pantomime. The farce is leaving without you. [Continued Tomorrow]Yours in total sincerity Aquarion
(Mwa ha ha ha)
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