The lights come up on the stage; a figure lies beneath a grotty woollen blanket. His body is shrouded except for his hands and feet, which poke out from each corner. It looks like a grave, lifeless and sad, until the figure moves, holding his face to the blanket, which is faintly sparkling from the glitter scattered over it. He shakes a gust of glitter into the audience, reveals his face and whispers: “if anyone asks, I’m not here at all.”