Another successful night was had by all on stage. Bus journey home was mini drama with a very drunk bloke cluttering up the front seat on the Loughborough mini bus. He smelt like a bad day at the brewery and also like the control had disappeared from his bowels. Yuck. He was snorting like a cross bull on meths all the interminally 20 minute journey home and kept staring aggressively hard at the skinhead in the window reflection. Himself! I was pleased to get off at my safe little village stop.

Back at work this morning and looking forward to our matinee performance this afternoon and another performance tonight.