I'm on my bus home, it's about 11.45pm after a horrendously laborious journey back from Guildford and the final show at the Yvonne Arnaud theatre. As we arrive at the bus stop outside Borough tube station I notice that there appears to be around 100 young people, mostly dressed in black, engaged in a massive scuffle.
Within the seconds the bus is swarmed by teenagers attempting to escape what turned out to be a gangfight between opposing crews in south east London and after much tension the bus eventually pulls off under a hail of spit and clumsy kicks.
I'm surrounded by a gaggle of girls, one of which is crying as her ankle got hurt in the melee, her mates however are laughing at her and attempting to chat me up. The one opposite lent on my knee and said: "Are you famous?" and before I could reply that yes, I am very slightly famous they leapt off the bus at the next stop.
The final show in Guildford went very well and once again I was filled by nostalgia. I've been doing this play (Thick As Thieves) on and off for 4 years and we are, at last and rightly so, putting it to rest within the next month. Wednesday takes us to Derby and Thursday to London and that, apart from two shows for young offenders in South Tyneside, is that.
Hopefully, we will do one more after that at Mark's house, the place where it all began back in 2002 as a send off to what has been a wonderful adventure.
As we packed up our set tonight and left yet another theatre after making people laugh and disappear happy into the night, I thought about if I'll return to this theatre again and with what show and what context or if this is the last time. And with that thought, I'll leave you.