Sometimes very nervous indeed,
Sometimes ok. Sometimes laughing at the thought of keeping a straight face.
Sometimes thinking of running away,
so all over the place.
Yet progress isn’t a race
But hopefully at the time I’ll be fine
Remember my words
And not drop a line.
Hopefully it’ll be good
And so it should
Hopefully I won’t speak
Like I’m made of wood
Maybe I’ll not get it right at first
Need a few times to rehearse
I just hope after practice
It doesn’t come out worse!
But I’m sure they’ll be laughter
And memories forever after
And a good day will be had by all!!
A poem sent by Nigel on the eve of filming.
