by Jez Bond
As Spiderman wisely noted, great power comes with great responsibility, not to mention great lycra. In the absence of Jez and Melli, I have appointed myself de facto Artistic Director of Park Theatre, and have spent most of the last week rubbing my hands with unrestrained glee. The great power has been altogether pleasant, but time is running out on my reign of terror / benevolence / polite ambivalence, and it would be irresponsible not to leave a striking legacy. Should I raid the Education Floor coffers and blow it all on a giant glitter ball? I’ve always felt that Park 90 would make a good Assistant Director’s office, particularly if we could find space for a hot tub. Perhaps I should programme an entire season of Bollywood musicals?