I've relived that fall I don't know how many times. It was horrible, my foot got caught in a chair and I slipped on newspapers on the stage, as if I was on a skateboard. I ended up on the lap of a member of the audience in the theatre's front row.
I started screaming, 'Help me,' then 'I'm sorry, I don't do this'. Extraordinary things. I thought it was the end of something, my participation in the play, not my death.
My chipped vertebrae and fractured wrist are not yet mended. I don't go out because I get nervous in case someone bangs into me, and I've got agonising pains in my shoulders.
I've had a lucky escape really. The role called for me to wear a fat suit which protected my ribs and other joints from serious injury.
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