The show comprised just a series of numbers whose singers stood or sat in a static set furnished with suitable chairs and inhabited by suitable items of plant life (ferns, blossoms etc) to set the scene. It looked like an Edwardian drawing room without the aspidestra. Thus, there was no script to follow, no lighting changes to be worked – in fact my job consisted simply in fading down the houselights at the beginning and bringing up the area illumination. That stayed the same until the interval, when the actions were reversed. (I even took a book to read during the show, thus giving Fred the correct opinion that his lighting bloke was a man of rather limited taste . . . ) But the audience seemed to enjoy the show.