problems in the company

one of the frustrating aspects of being a writer is the journey a piece makes from text to living breathing theatre. and the director is the one charged with ensuring the smooth delivery of your creative child into the world – a kind of midwife if you like – with all the requisite sensitivities that entails. it's hard then, when you don't see eye to eye with your director, and this is one of the few occasions when i've found the director acting as an obstruction rather than an aid to my vision. i spent a frustrating few hours late last night thrashing it out with the director, hoping if we battled on, we would weather the storm and emerge, smiling into the daylight. but the breakthrough never comes. if this carries on our position will become untenable. fundamentally i think there's an issue of competence. our discussion has dissolved into an acrimonious competition, each of us trying to prove to the cast we're in charge. and his behaviour is embarrassing. he continues to make clumsy advances to both the male and female members of the company despite me repeatedly telling him his lunges are unsolicited. the play is falling apart before my eyes. anyone got any tips on how to deal with this cloying shitbag before i ram his arse through his appendix?