night at theatre with lewis and kemp

Strange when it works. When a full house in the round laughs at a well-written piece of work When you walk out in the interval and stand on the step, looking down at autumn leaves caught on a wire mesh in the unseasonable mild. Strange to want to go back in and then find that the writer has been bold enough to risk the unexpected, been encouraged to do so by the commissioners, just about pulled it off. To see your friend, farce-troosers left behind, stroll on in modern dress, jeans and a black shirt, wearing his specs, sounding like himself. Curiously effective to see the stage manager slam the doors of life, 293 times.