On the bench

Line of benches outside Meadowbank, quickly snapped on my way in to play football. Fortunately the wind had dropped a little but it still felt autumnal and the floodlights flicked on as we were playing. Another uneven-sided game (numerically at least). We managed to come back from 0-2 and 2-3 down, but couldn't hold a 4-3 advantage and it finished 4-4. Quite low scoring, and a moral victory for us, as we were a player short. On then to the Hamlet rehearsal and slightly more for Bernardo to do - no more lines but a little more stage time in which to be dark and menacing.