It’s June. It is cloudy. The rain falls relentlessly. The mood throughout the country is sombre and the dread of yet another generation defining vote looms over us. So, it’s no surprise that at times like this we look back, through rose tinted glasses, to better times. My happy place? Well, unsurprisingly it is memories of being in the rehearsal room, at an audition or performing as a child. These were times of utter escapism; freedom from any politics (personal or other