Here in Tokyo spring is definitely upon us. Yesterday topped 20 degrees, and for the first time since returning from the UK I was reminded of the sense of touch, with some feeling having returned to my wizened fingers. However, last night there was an incredible amount of wind, and I was genuinely surprised to find that my (completely unsecured) metal clothes pole had not blown from my balcony, and impaled one of my downstairs neighbours.
Today’s matinee and evening performances of ‘Picasso’ went down very well, and it is a real shame that it comes to an end tomorrow night. After the matinee performance there was a Q&A, and after the director had given a few insightful comments the floor was opened up to questions. One gentleman put his hand up and indicated that they had a question for ‘Einstein’, so I readied myself for a compliment or at least a query into my methodology. I was thus a little deflated when the chap asked me how the make-up artists had managed to get my hair looking so magnificent. Needless to say my moustache felt a little neglected.