An Appetite For The Theatre

I became homeless in London.  By no ones fault but  my own.  I was starving to get into the theater. In my homeless travels, of park benches and empty fruit stalls, I met a very peculiar, nice man.  He gave me a hot bath and all the tea I wanted. He introduced  me to a leading actress who could introduce me to the important people theatre . A man with connections.   His uncle, or great,  worked for the Twining Tea Company.  He had a  closet chock full of Twining tea. I didn’t realize at the time, he had a few tawdry things in that closest as well.  Put it this way, being spanked by someone with influence was not my cup of tea. 

  So.   I ran away.