it is about 11.30pm and i am in a dressing room with one of the original Bond girls who was in Goldfinger (Shirley Eaton), Truly Scrumptious (from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang) – Sally Ann Howes, and this guy who tells me that he sells celebrity memoribillia, “but i only sell signed things once the person is dead”. like that somehow makes it all better.
it’s all rather surreal.
the show (the first on my ‘official season’, my fair lady, is gorgeous. the costumes and set are lavish, and the acting and choreography is stellar. i’m exhausted though. a week of little sleep. and doesn’t seem to be slowing down.