Sunday · September 20 2026
You were already on the bookings mail; two replies went out before five.
Sound at PMC, marked all day on the church calendar and the only entry across every calendar today.
Nothing booked, and nothing else asks for you until tomorrow evening.
The standing evening game on your own calendar, running to midnight, and the only thing tomorrow.
Ady replied in the bookings inbox on Friday morning to say the band have reluctantly agreed to call off the 23rd of October, and asked to hear as soon as possible that you have it and agree so they can take the date off their own site; the notice you drafted for Facebook before five this morning already treats it as cancelled.
Tom forwarded her enquiry into the bookings inbox yesterday morning: she needs two standard and two accessible places for 10cc and cannot book them in one go, only two companion seats are left, and it is the show now heading for cancellation.
Her thoughts on the wings shots and the rest of her list landed in your own inbox on the 12th and the thread has sat since; she is a paying client, and one of her emails already went to spam once.
Steve asked in the bookings inbox on Thursday afternoon whether their completed hire form arrived, since the show still is not on the website.
Zoë wrote to the bookings inbox on Friday morning to say none of the Youth Group want to carry on with the workshops or the November sharing event, so the Thursday session need not be given up; Judith put the same to you on WhatsApp on Thursday evening and would rather Jessie were offered another night than lose it.
Claire asked in the bookings inbox yesterday morning, after the look round on Friday, whether they can simply link their own QLab rig into the projector on site for the December show.
Through the website form into the bookings inbox, Dom asked on Tuesday who to speak to about offering a show from his Dumfries company, and Scott asked on Thursday about 2027 dates for a Newcastle tribute act.
On WhatsApp she asked on Thursday afternoon whether to book it, then again yesterday morning with a photo, about going to see Santa.
They arrived in your own inbox just after six this morning, one after another, each saying the site password had turned up in a public leak.
She came back at twenty past eight this morning in the bookings inbox to say it works because it reads as a personal plea, that naming touring acts rather than the whole theatre matters, and wondered aloud about local bands as well as tributes.
She messaged on WhatsApp on Friday evening to say it went over and that she was out of steam for the day, so her proper feedback comes back on Monday.
You confirmed it just after midnight on Friday in the bookings inbox and asked Jonty to go back to her about the October flooring work; she replied ten minutes later to say the cast have worked around every hindrance so far.