After a summer spent musical directing, it was good to get back to performing onstage. My three-show contract at the Marlowe, Canterbury, began with Joseph…which I’d done before, in Chester and wasn’t thrilled to undertake a second time. I reminded myself that I was lucky to have the job. The light at the end of the tunnel was the next play, Twelfth Night.
Fortunately, Michele Hardy, Joseph‘s director-choregrapher, was lovely, and there were some delightful people in the company. I became particularly fond of Shelley King and, straight out of RADA, Michael Simkins, both of whom I was to meet again in later years.
