There is a moment after every performance that few people ever see. The audience rises, coats rustle, chairs scrape across wooden floors, and laughter trails off down hallways and stairwells. Someone lingers to shake your hand. Someone else says, “That was brilliant.” Another asks where they can hear more. Then the door closes. And suddenly the room is quiet. The candles burn lower. The stage is just a patch of floorboards again. The air that moments ago held dragons and ghos

It is currently 5:40 in the morning. This is not a poetic exaggeration, nor a carefully constructed narrative opening. It is simply a statement of fact. At 5:40 this morning I surrendered, quietly rose from the battlefield that used to be my bed, crept down a set of creaky stairs hoping to avoid the really noisy ones, and shuffled into my office with the slow determination of a man who knows that sleep has abandoned him for the foreseeable future.

This was a hard one to write. And I know some people will say, “It’s just a cat”. We all know that is never the case. It is with the heaviest of hearts and a lot of stray ginger fur on our clothing, bedding and pretty much every piece of furniture, that we share some sad news: our beloved ginger beastie, Monty, has passed away. For those who visited our home or tuned in to our streams, Monty wasn’t just a pet; he was a founding member of the team, one of the OG’s. He was the