IF YOU spot a man in the audience frantically scribbling notes during a performance of Calendar Girls, it might be worth asking for his autograph.
He could be the show’s writer, Tim Firth, checking up on his own work.
The Chester-born playwright admits to regularly attending the musical, but he is never tempted to reveal his identity.
“People think that the actors make up the lines themselves, so what would be the point?” he laughs.
“I tend to sit at the back, scribbling thoughts down in a small notebook which I discover Šare completely illegible when the lights come up.”
Firth describes the musical, the true story of Women’s Institute members who strip off to create a charity calendar, as “a kind of nude female version of Dad’s Army”.
