"I'm sorry, I'll say that again!" With such a wordy play (commented upon by many of the visiting audience) there was inevitably going to be a slip or two. Here are some of the more noticable ones. (Luckily only noticed by the rest of the cast)

• ...While the king, wobbling in Anjou...

  (Should be'... while the king, squabbling in Anjou...')

• ... a piece of the wall...

  (Should be '... peace or war..')

• "Passing from grandeur to grandeur to final illusion, lost in the wonder of his own greatness,

  ++spinning in ever decreasing circles and dissapearing up his own anus!++"

• "I have heard laughter in the noises of beasts that make strange noises: Jackal, jackass, jackdaw,

  ++Jack Nicholson++!"

It just had to be done!
Maurice in the lead role of Thomas Beckett, used make-up to convert a blemish on his cheek into a mole and the mole stuck for the whole six performances. Any ideas what happened on the 6th and final performance? Miraculously the main caracters all developed huge black moles in the same position as Maurice's. (No prizes guessing who thought that one up.) What made it all the funnier (for us, the cast, mainly) was the fact that we entered stage right one after another and when one character left another would enter just a few lines later - each with our own mole. I just regret not having thought this up earlier as I would have created a removable mole that would have changed position each time Maurice turned his back to me. However I just had to be content with my mole increasing in size every time I left and re-entered the stage.

My favourite line and action in my own performance turned out to be when I said my line,"power is present for him who will wield," and I unsheathe a very fine looking sword from my waist swing it wieldingly down onto a bench in the center of the stage where it disintegrates into few more pieces, which fly in all directions narrowly missing the audience, and then as if nothing has happened I sheathe the remains again.