Lofty timbers, the walls around are bare.

This is the outcome of a few days on a collaborative project called 'character building'. I don't like performing, and Emily, who I was working with, dislikes horror films, so we ended up with this hopefully quite sinister sort of performance piece, in which I act very out of character, except no-one realises it is me under the sheet anyway. My mother tells me it's hilarious. I don't suppose that's necessarily bad. (The music is a bit of Tom Waits' 'Russian Dance', from the album The Black Rider.)