"Sorry that part was actually for a man..."

So you get to the audition, hope in your heart, confidence in your eyes and pleading from your wallet! Meet the casting director, chit chat, try not to talk yourself out of the job before you've even read from the script. He/she seems to like you and after a brief pause (with a long pointed look) you hear the friendly words: "Could you also read this part for me?" Hurrah! A double chance at getting a job with this director/producer/company! You read and know you've nailed it, whereupon you shake hands and stride out confidently awaiting the recall phonecall from your agent (who you know will be really cheerful!)

It comes the following day and you feel great -it's a quick turnaround, back in Reg The Flying Punto and back on the motorway. In the casting suite you meet the trendy director and experienced producer, sweaty handshakes all round and pleasantaries exchanged, then it's down to business. "Ah, yes.... that part was actually for a man - sorry love."

Damn! I feel that's a stretch too far for me! Even with a budget for prosthetics and a chest wig!