scars 30 April 2011
i am lucky enough to have quite a few items that remind me of all kinds of events or jobs. sometimes, i’ve been lucky enough to have money over to buy a painting, perhaps, and i can say ‘suchandsuch was the show that got me that’. these days, however, it might just be MARKS that i can point to. i fell against a sharp edge in my SHAMELESS days and still have a little scar on my bottom from that, though it’s fading (bet there’ll always be a slight silver line on the buttock though!). here, in Sheffield, while rehearsing for the play HAPPY DAYS at the Crucible, i seem to hit the heated towel rail with my bum every time i bend into the sink to spit out toothpaste and my right shoulder every time i straighten up and think ‘i seem to hit my bum off that every time i bend down’…
