I remember particularly when the principal — a great man called Nat Brenner who is sadly now dead, a great man of the theater — he was talking to us, and he was asking people why they wanted to become an actor and what they had been doing. And there were people, they had done — they’d sold ice cream in Mongolia, they’d made ballet shoes in Brisbane, they had done extraordinary things. He said, “What have you done?” I said, “Well, I haven’t done anything really. I sing a bit.” He said, “Why do you want to be an actor?” I said, “I don’t know. I just think it’s quite nice.” Anyway, he talked to me. I think he saw the window that I was and took me on. But as I say, in the two years I learned various skills. I learned a little bit about the theater, about styles, about how to speak, how to stand, how to sing — not using my nose like Bob Dylan, but actually sing — using my diaphragm. And at the end of the two years, five of us were chosen to go down into the theater, into the Bristol Old Vic company itself.