ECHO 19/12/05

Dog tired we ache our way into work for the final performance of a seven-day stint back to back – voices are ragged, imitations – each muscle is worn of fat and the joints are throbbing – the challenge of 14 performances in 7 days has been met but not without damage: someone’s knee has gone, another’s back is pulled, my throat feels like ground glass is embedded in it – the director still wants new jokes, further routines to replace the already new ones we thought up only a few days ago – meanwhile, the kids pile in looking at it all for the first time and out we go playing it for all we can, giving them what they want. Surreal.