Wednesday, 24 October, 2012
Amy has often protested about the digital segregation of the Park Theatre family. As the beloved and recently deceased Maureen wheezed her way through our staff meetings, game for anything and a match for almost any word processing software, the rest of us used to stare guiltily at whatever shiny product we had been able to exchange for our souls. As a hapless Apple junkie, the immortal and immaterial part of myself has all the integrity of a naked credit default swap. [That's just a little credit crunch joke to set the morning off with a bang].
As you mi…