My production of Macbeth was a glorious failure. Staged at the Opera House in Wellington, we used even the scenery dock and it’s thirty foot high door at the back of the stage, through which MacDuff appeared, being towed by four massive wolf hounds. There was a set with two moving towers, designed by Tolis Papazogolu, which we were both delighted with. Peerless critic, Bruce Mason, dubbed the show “Macbeth Galactica”, lamented the absence of a cauldron - the third witch was the cauldron, and threw up the portents onto a stretched cloth. This didn’t go down well. I had however, researched witchcraft of the period, and determined that the three witches were (a) a seer, (b) a herbalist, and (c) an hysteric - the vomiting witch. It didn’t do well.