Sir, I am deeply envious of Mr Gavin Littaur and his on-stage “survival mechanism” (letter, June 16; see also, letter, June 18). During a recent amateur dramatic production, the terror of forgetting a line was doubled by a book-less prompter shrugging her shoulders at me.
The best my instinct could come up with was to pick up a telephone and exclaim: “Hello, vicar.” Mind you, it did raise a laugh.
Yours faithfully,
CHARLIE FLINDT,
Manor Farm, Hinton Ampner,
Alresford, Hampshire SO24 0LE.
June 17.