When I travel around the world, I feel like a tourist- until I reach the theatre… the heavy doors open, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a Grand National theatre or a small fringe theatre -theatre has a smell, a very specific smell and it’s the same everywhere.

I couldn’t even say if it’s a nice fragrance or a musty smell- probably a mixture of perfumes and after-shave, flowers, years of dust clinging to heavy curtains, soury sweat and body odors, but to me it smells like… home.