I kind of got my wish: I stopped touring, at least for a while. But instead of a straight play, here I was (second from the right above) in what fast becoming a repertory theatre staple.
My principle memory of this production is the leap all Joseph’s brothers — of which I was one — had to make when we entered. It involved us running off a platform and jumping on to the theatre’s unsprung, concrete stage floor ten feet below. Our knees, ankles and backs increasingly suffered as a result of this particular feat of athleticism, eight shows a week for three and half weeks.
This was the last of the three productions I did at the Gateway Theatre which were directed by David Thacker. Our next encounter was 14 years later, by which time he was artistic director of the Young Vic in London.
