When God bestowed fifteen vagabonds and one wise man a gift of musical genius (and instruments), the audience and I were made looking like a jar of beans poured onto the floor, we were bouncing as they were regurgitating, an orchestra. To say that it was madness is to say that I was able to note that it was madness, but madness it was, in fact, in truth and in trance, it was beyond madness.

Now breathe.

Staged in Wilton’s Music Hall, with a bar built around the seventeenth century, on Friday evening I was teleported into a body of a mouse running through a city, as an entire piece was solely inspired by just that - a mouse running through a city.

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*marks 20th June in London diary.