It was great fun to play in a 1500 seat theatre on Saturday; the swooping crane TV camera and the very enthusiastic audience compensating for the fact that most of the seats were empty.

Disappointingly we were eliminated but it's hard to know whether to feel aggrieved or not since we didn't see the other three entries and only heard them imperfectly over a dressing room speaker.  There was very little in the way of adjudication afterwards but according to the cameraman who filmed the judges deliberations it was all very close and opinions were heatedly expressed.  No doubt Sky are happy about that since universal agreement would make a very boring programme.

Niamh Cusack rang us up, presumably from her dressing room in the Old Vic, to commiserate and encourage us, having been told by her woman on the scene that we had done her proud.  She even extended an invitation to give her a ring to talk over any future acting problems we might be faced with.  What a nice woman.

No celebrations were cancelled and we probably rivalled the Trekkie convention that was taking place in our hotel for late night drinking.  I escaped being burnt to death, despite my room-mate giving up on trying to wake me, by the fact that the fire alarm that caused the hotel to be evacuated during the night was a falsie.

So it was back to Hamlet this evening to round off a great weekend.