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Rubbish! I had been a paid up member of the RSC for over twenty years and they had no trouble contacting me to obtain my subscription monies. A supervisor was called. She checked her records and said that they had called me earlier that day but there was no response. ‘Did you leave a message?’ ‘No.’ So, how did this help us? All of this conversation was held in the freezing cold streets outside the theatre. I told the supervisor how unimpressed I was. ‘I really do understand how you feel,’ she said.
‘No, I don’t think you do,’ I replied, ‘have you ever dragged your paralysed body from treatment in a hospital bed, flogged across London in the freezing cold, to be told that you cannot see a play that you had booked months earlier because a lift, which had broken down several days ago, was not working? You have NO IDEA how I feel so let us not pretend that you do. I can assure you that you would be outraged and livid in pretty much equal measure. However, whatever, I am clearly not going to be seeing this play tonight, am I?’
The supervisor shot me that astonished look that people give when you articulate vehemently from a wheelchair with barely contained fury. We agreed that the theatre would contact me to rearrange the date. EaZyD and me trundled off into that freezing night. Would we be back?
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