Hamlet reading – following the dress rehearsal shot here, I think it was the opening night where I suddenly decided that Hamlet needed to be in a visible state of disarray following being visited by the ghost of his dead father, so I took off one shoe, untucked myself, messed up my hair, and basically made it look like I'd not been able to pay any attention to all the niceties of living – or, as the bard put it: "...I have of late, though wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth; foregone all customs of exercises..."