ECHO 25/11/05

Only my tracks from where I walked before breaking the thin snow and frost on the horse field and where I disturbed it on the stiles between – when something elusive crosses my field of view -

The dame - elusive today, without spark or life – comedy disappeared and overshadowed by lack of invention and a tired, listless feeling – lost and afraid in rehearsal, embarrassed and small (something the dame can never be) – the fresh, light touch I have been playing with until now left – fear stymied every move and attempt at a gag, threw all my timing out, all sense of self-possession.