I thought it might be quite fun to put down my thoughts and feelings as the fest goes along but I think fun is exactly the wrong word! I have just come back from meeting my writer. And I am in a state of absolute shock and terror. He told me about the script (although I haven’t seen it yet!) and I am beyond terrified. We meet again at 18h00, when I get my cast. Even more terrifying because now I have an inkling of what the play is about.

Wish me luck. Spit three times. Make voodoo and spells. I’m going to need it.