Timber!

The meaner they are, the harder they fall...

The opening lines of our finale song (Pitbull's 'Timber') have never been more appropriate. Today I fell in spectacular fashion whist meandering backstage.

It was a simple walk, one which I've done every show so far, I cross the back of the stage to reach my discarded clothes and re-dress (just accept the premise and move on). I usually end up shoving into Grace, dressed as Tick-Toc, on my way through the curtain so on this occasion I attempted to apologise. She still had her crocodile head on and was working the sound desk, an amusing sight which momentarily distracted my face. My legs were far more stubborn and continued on their path. However without my face to warn them of upcoming obstacles, they were essentially just stuck on 'forward'. I didn't see the step set in the narrow gap backstage at all. My legs managed to find it though, and, though I have very strong legs, found it to be a worthy opponent. After a split-second of combat, my legs conceded defeat and sent me, flailing, over the step with a sound not dissimilar to someone throwing a drum kit into a tornado.

Once the commosion had ceased I found myself lying on my back laughing silently. Fortunately both I and the step were completely unharmed, though we didn't half give everyone else a fright, especially Joe and Emily who were left on-stage guessing at what horrors may await them upon their exit.

Eventually I regained my clothes, but my dignity may never recover. Honestly I'm still chuckling to myself now as I fall asleep.

Timber...