In April 2010 I wrote my first post on my new theatre blog and six years later, here I am writing my 1,000th. My love for theatre and writing about it hasn't waned and neither, it seems, has the interest from those of you generous enough to indulge me by reading what I write. So thank you, it still surprises me that people actually do take the trouble.
To celebrate I've been thinking about those more unusual experiences you very occasionally have as an audience member - I see it as a sort of initiation, a test of endurance and dedication, so here are my five:
1. Spat on by an actor - That moment when you are sat on the front row, somewhere like the Royal Shakespeare Theatre and there is an actor walking towards you giving an impassioned and earnest speech with a generous accompaniment of spittle spraying far and wide. You brace yourself as they get closer. I was once spat on by the lovely Alex Hassell, a former Hottie of the Month so I can't complain too much.
2. Splashed by stage blood - During Jamie Lloyd's production of Richard III they handed out protective T-Shirts for those sitting in the front row. I just wore dark colours and saw it as a rite of passage. My reward was a few splashes on my foot. I have seen someone walk out with a nice smear right across their cheek. I live in hope.
4. Fallen on by an actor - Had an actor in a wheel chair misjudge his exit at the Donmar and fall into my lap. Poly and I helped push him and chair back onto the stage. A few months earlier at the Donmar the woman sat in front had been hit by a bottle of water dropped by someone in the circle. I might start asking for danger money.
5. Hit by a prop - The first time I saw Ben Whishaw on stage his watch flew off during a fight scene and hit me on the foot. True story. I handed it back to an usher at the end because I'm a good citizen like that. I'm hoping that if I ever get hit by a prop again it is equally small - I've seen a chair go tumbling off stage into the audience.