I can’t sleep.
My baby’s in Prague.
Her bother’s in Mallorca.
My big grown up girl is smirking at a condom museum in Amsterdam.
My wife is coping, and sleeping.
My other family, known as #FCTfam, is what’s keeping me awake. (Poor Ronan with his smashed voddie.)
Pride, as our Patron, Robin Harper, said on opening night of Godspell last week, is a sin.
But I’m prepared to take the risk of eternal damnation for feeling proud of not only the theatre company I chair, but the family I receive international facebook feeds from (other than my son who is somewhat neglectful in that respect).
It’s Godspell that’s specifically keeping me awake.
I cannot get the intense pride I have for this show out of my head and the real affection I have for everyone involved.