11pm Tuesday 9th December 1980 Booth Theatre, 222W 45th Street, New York A horrible day. One of those days where so much seems to happen, when the world seems bigger, noisier and even messier than it usually is. Some days (most days, in fact) are ordinary, normal. Each one kinda’ follows the same pattern, you almost know what’s going to happen before it does. There’s a comfort in that. For me, for the last few months, that’s been even more true than usual. It’s like that when