ABSTRACT
As it so happens, Greek was out on tour in the British provinces, and naturally I was touring with it. We had opened in the beautiful little Half Moon Theatre in Alie Street, East London. It had been in past years a synagogue and therefore still had the balcony for the ladies, lest we so vulnerable men be swayed from our devotion by the unguent perfumes of our beautiful wives! Bob Walker had made a small, dynamic theatre out of this space, and it was thriving. We had a really splendid first night there, which I shall never forget. I was so proud since it was such a verbally adventurous play, yet, I hoped, daring and rather explicit.
