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THE SUNDAY PICKLE

Theatre Review

by Andrew Jelliedeel

"Last night, a bright new star appeared in the firmament of Pickle Theatre. The artist only know by the soubriquet of 'pickledonion' turned in a performance of such breath-taking audacity, such thunderous emotiveness, that it was all I could do to grip the arms of my chair in an attempt to restrain myself from punching the air, kissing my neighbour and rolling around on the floor in a morass of blubbery tears - all at the same time. Such was the accomplishment of this young, unheard of and undoubtedly very tasty thespian, that the audience might have been [cont. p.12] ..."

Pickle! Pickle! Look at your review!



Pickle?

Where's he gone?

"Mmmff mmm mmmff!"

Have you been eating my pritt?

"Ghhhaa! Nnnnmmmm!"





*Wades through pages and pages of scripts printing from fax machine*

Pickle!

""

The perils of celebrity. Drink, drugs and papercuts.

It's Kate Mossgherkin all over again!

We've got to get Pickle to The Priory - a detox programme, therapists to help him talk it all out ...

Ah, yes. The pritt

We've got to get Pickle to The Prittery - a depritt programme, *then* a detox programme, then the therapists, the limo, the relapse, the pritt stealing, the confessions, the return to The Prittery ...