'It's like a star imploding'

We were sat there really, really high up and I just have this memory of watching 40 odd performers on stage all moving in complete, perfect unison. There was 50 or 60 rows of people in front of me, but I can still smell their sweat and hear their breath.

I walked into a car that came from Liverpool I think, and I really didn’t know what to expect when I walked into that car. And there was this man in the car and he offered me a sweet and I had the sweet and he talked to me about, about the death of his brother…

I wonder how many memories I have of shows I haven’t actually seen.

I saw a strong person, a lovely person, break on stage and even if it was pretend, it was heart-wrenching.

Walking the stage and gazing. Staring at the audience, daring them to do something….

And the last light goes out and there’s such a vacuum-like loss at the end that seems to suck everything into it, it’s like a star imploding or something.

You find yourself laughing and all of a sudden you don’t know why you have been laughing at all.

….like someone was stroking your soul…