Last night we put the James Joyce Memorial Liquid Theatre to rest. It was two years and five months old and it went out very quietly. Too quietly. Just like real life, hmmmm?

Of course it will be back, here and there, now and then. We can bring it back, raise it out of its ashes full formed. But then it will be a re-creation of something done once truly without fiction or pretense. The audience last night saw the last real event. They also witnessed The Company Theatre saying goodbye to a life-style.

I am full of sentiment on the day after the death of my old friend.

But it was a party. It began with a blind walk through a maze and culminated in a kind of ecstasy when the audience and The Company in a giant huddle sent their massed voice through the ceiling to the sky with the high decibel music and danced and shouted and hugged their way to exhaustion.