For a few hours the bungalow had been beautiful...

Fire in the rehearsal room today. Metaphorically that is. In addition to the daily combustion created by our indefatigable company, today saw the arrival of flaming Lawrence Evans, Theatre Centre Associate Artist, who brought a certain magic to bear on the destruction of the Carters' bungalow. Anyone experienced in the ways of UK health and safety will know that real fire isn't an option for an open stage touring show. (Whereas in most other countries, avant-garde theatre nonchalantly exposes its audiences to naked flame regardless.) From such restrictions creativity can flow, however, and so look out for that moment when it arrives in the show. I shall say no more.