What on earth drives a man in his sixties to suddenly decide, ‘I’ll become an actor. I’ll only take proper paid jobs, no SAs (supporting artist, walk-ons or extra work). I’ll find an agent, join casting sites and put myself out there’? Probably the answer is our old friend with the scythe, a bunch of crumpled-up calendar pages and the wry smile. She hangs around for all of us but likes to remind us of her presence as we hit those Key Performances Indicators on our travels to the Final Destination. She is a friend; without Madame Scythe there’s always another tomorrow. She reminds us that there isn’t so it’s time to act. There was a desire, an intention but also a couple of those blockers that we all tend to bring out to wither before dinner and scupper before supper our hopes, dreams and ambitions. My number one was that I would look foolish if I failed, my number two was a complete blank on how to start because if I didn’t get any work I would look foolish as I failed… An unmerr...