This is a tiny chair that mysteriously found its way home with me after a production, with some other show ghosts.
My first vivid memory of theatre was a spectacular west end production of 42nd Street, after which I announced my intention to be either a tap dancer* or a set designer. It took me a long time to get to do the designing bit, but because of it the last thing I got to watch was in a studio theatre off Broadway in January this year, feeling extremely privileged and inspired and excited, all of which I hope to feel again soon.
My first vivid memory of theatre was a spectacular west end production of 42nd Street, after which I announced my intention to be either a tap dancer* or a set designer. It took me a long time to get to do the designing bit, but because of it the last thing I got to watch was in a studio theatre off Broadway in January this year, feeling extremely privileged and inspired and excited, all of which I hope to feel again soon.
