I'll send the spaceships round to pick you up.

Lines from the play continue to travel through my brain. What can you say about the brain?

We did the show as a staged reading on Friday. We found an American actor at the Roxy to read the part of Henry Goodbar, and David found a Scottish woman to read the part of the Siren. Pat's wife Robin read the stage directions and narrated. It was a good reading, just going back to the source, the text, James' original vision. It worked, it was the best way to present the work since we couldn't do the full show. But only three people showed up.

David decided we needed a mental health day. He cancelled yesterday's performance. So we got good and drunk on Friday to celebrate our closing.

Last night Pat and I were walking by the theatre at about show time, so went to the space, stood in the empty theatre, said goodbye. It would have been funny if someone showed up on the night we cancelled.

Pat and I wandered around to some of the other venues, like the Pleasance Courtyard, a huge complex of theatres and beer gardens. We heard a comedian joke the other night that the Pleasance keeps adding new spaces. They now have shows going on in a storage container. And it's true, they do. They rigged out a shipping container as a space for a small show. This festival is amazing.

Saturday, David and I went to see a show by a Mexican company that was at the Roxy. The director and one of the actors both studied in Paris at the same time I did, at the same schools I did, twenty years ago. They work in the corporeal mime/Etienne Decroux technique. I loved it. It was so beautiful. This is the work I studied and did for 5 years. They had an audience of 5.

American high school productions of Guys and Dolls are packing them in, and amazing work like the Mexican's are doing can't find an audience. I hear the same complaint from other companies as well.

Pat and I saw a hilarious show last night by chance. We were at the Pleasance having a beer, when two women from New Zealand, out on the street husting up an audience 5 minutes before their show, gave us an invite. We had just gotten a beer, but we snuck it out and walked up the street two minutes to The Zoo. Their show, Cracks In The Garden, was great. Pat laughed so much it made the other the 7 people in the audience laugh even more. They were so glad we came and helped make the show. Fun stuff like that happens when you are open to it.

The raucus bouncing on the bed had no effect on ... the subject. The festival did.