It was all right. It started half an hour late because one of the shows on before me is a bloody musical or something and they have a set with bathtubs. (If that sounds odd, bear in mind that I’m sharing a dressing room with Simon Callow.) This didn’t make the audience drunk and restless, as you might imagine, because they were pretty much all perfectly lovely. But there was a slight sense that people were, quite reasonably, thinking ‘how long is this going on for? I’ve got to get a bus home and go to work at 6am’. So … it was OK.
And tonight- I’ve just got to the venue and guess what, a fire alarm. 25 minutes delay. Ideal.
Also, I feel a bit dicey. Hot and cold, shivering, etc.
As I say, hmm.
I’d better go. I hope I get through this.