The awards night. “Create your own method. Don’t depend slavishly on mine. Make up something that will work for you! But keep breaking traditions, I beg you.” Constantin Stanislavski. We’re here, at the advertising agency awards do, Las Vegas theme. Possibly just an excuse for people who work in the agency’s office to live out their fantasies. Everyone is dressed up and there’s a distinct buzz. Not for me. I feel ridiculous. To me, the idea of turning up to a work function dressed as a character is crazy. It’s a timely reminder I’m very lucky to have a career that allows me to fulfil my dreams rather than saving them up for special occasions. I shouldn’t judge. We’re standing outside a posh golf club. We’ve been here for an hour and have ducked outside for a cigarette break, even though neither of us are smokers. I used to be a smoker, years ago. Pre-Tom. Nowadays, I only resort to a puff when under severe stress or utter duress.
