I got a job off the back of a newspaper as a — what they call an “acting ASM,” I think it was called then. An acting assistant stage manager in a theater in Canterbury, a rep theater. A small wage but just enough to get by on, and I made props, and I walked on, and I changed scenery, and I realized that I just loved it. Not the acting. I wasn’t acting. I liked the theater. I liked the people. I liked the time that we worked. Now looking back, I see what I was doing, but at the time I didn’t know. You never know at the time. What I was doing was finding a way not to have to be stuck with any of the sort of people I’d been educated with, but finding a way of creating the life of a gypsy really, of being able to move from camp to camp, singing around the fire, getting to know those people and then moving on maybe with some of them — or maybe not — to another place.