It would have been even better if the woman leaving the performance beside me hadn’t fallen against me and brought me down too, sprawled on the pavement outside the Harold Pinter Theatre, other play-goers pulling me up, asking over and over if I was ok, and the woman who caused me to fall clutching her broken phone, saying how sorry she was, and me saying to John that I felt like an asshole as we walked to the Tube. But what a play — and what fine performances. And I am thinking about the stories, how each one was vivid, unexpected, and haunting. How the intimate stage allowed us to listen, and feel shock, and wistfulness, and how the lights went out then, and are about to here, now.
xxx
...Theresa Kishkan 
Even more jealous!
The play last night was terrific. So measured and such good performances. Really worth seeing.
It was a night you’ll remember — for more than one reason!
Yes! Bruises.….