I absolutely loved being involved in three rehearsed readings for Cucumber Writers at Birmingham Rep last night. I played a philosophical tramp, a police inspector and a new mother with leaky breasts and very annoying friends. 

During the interval it occurred to me what a brilliant place the Rep is when I went backstage to the toilet and on the way back bumped into the cast of Khandan, then heard Under Milk Wood from the main house over the tannoy. Where else?