Sometimes, when Steve Barclay is standing in a queue waiting for a plane, he finds people staring at him.
That's when he realises his hands are clasped, his elbows are out, and his lips are puckered and pursed.
He is thinking about his part, as pantomime dame in the upcoming production of Aladdin.
The transformation of this very 'blokey' bloke into the gorgeously grotesque Widow Twankey is something
that requires more than just a few tasteless costumes and a wig. An invitation to be Steve's dresser while he gets into role gives me the opportunity to see how the change takes place. Steve ( alias Widow Twankey ) is just lathering up for a shave when I arrive. Squat and grey haired, with squashed up features, he could pass for a builder as he crouches in front of the mirror in his vest and baggy jeans. As he scrapes at the bristles, he tells me the shave has to be close enough to last
