I was in the Morris Folk Choir at the rehearsal of The Events last night. It was a great play, and great to be a part of it. Thank you.
I had cried, for the first time in many years, the morning after Andy Murray's victory at Wimbledon. We had been talking about it at work, and I said that what I was thinking about most was the mixed feelings there must be in Dunblane of pride in Andy and sorrow over his fellow schoolchildren who never got the chance to grow up and do things with their lives. Which made me cry.
It would make me a little cross when people would complain about Andy Murray being insufficiently cheerful. When you've sheltered in an office while someone is shooting your fellow pupils in another part of your school, you have the right to be dour from time to time.
Nobody feels like singing *all* the time.
But whatever you've been through, you do still feel like singing some of the time.
There's a lot packed into that 2% of DNA which is just us.
Best wishes for the tour, and thanks again.