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We're standing in the theatre, pissed off, covered in paint, sand, grapes, newspaper, frowns.

The visiting Health and Safety executive demands that, as well as steel toe-capped boots, we wear bright red shiny safety helmets and gloves while we're moving steel deck and spreading sand.

Grouchy.

Jo comes in, hey guys, hey guys, helmet's ready, starts singing the YMCA. We know how ridiculous we look, but now it's funny. So we laugh instead.