Spaces defined, memories sifted: the final development of Lost in Spaces.
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In the theatre space at Richmix, Bethnal Green, I hold my teddy. He is as old as me; tatty and dirty-white. He smells of my childhood, a dusty blend of home and babies. I hold him close as I go through my poem Hymn to Daddy, a piece that John O’Donoghue added much to during our mentoring sessions. There’s less than three weeks ahead before my show goes to Soho Theatre for one night. It will tour next spring, and meanwhile, there will be a date in Liverpool. I’m in the...