Ooh ooh ooh. I have a Chris Childs story! As he moved up the ladder, he left a vacant spot with a Cardiff based Theatre Company which were pushing forward the boundries of theatre as we then knew it. They were called Brith Gof. With substantial Arts Council funding. I have no idea how my name came up. I lived 5 hours away at the other end of Wales. Anyway, they were writing their next production (8 way sound system on 40 foot scaff towers in one of the Harland and Wolf shipyard buildings). One player on each tower and a joystick to pan us to anywhere while the audience were pounded by waves of sound. They were also dodging earth and chalk dust. While the performers flew in on harnesses.
I was sent a cassette of what Chris had put down. It was a fretless concerto. I immediately knew that I was WAY out of my depth and my time with them would last the 10 minutes it took for the MD to realise I was not Chris and never would be Chris.
Astonishingly I was kept on. If you ever read this Chris, cheers! I had a lot of fun.