It's an odd experience to come across an image of yourself unexpectedly. In a small cafe, I sat staring at a small, black & white poster for my show for a couple of minutes before I realised what it was. Next to it was a poster for British actor and playwright Stephen Berkoff's solo stint at the National Theatre. He stared back at me with an intensity that, I imagine, must scare the shit out of fey English theatre types. I took a photo of both posters then left, faintly embarrassed, but there was no escaping myself. MARS has done such a good job of distributing the posters up all over the city, I kept seeing them out the corner of my eye everywhere – in bookshop windows, boutiques, and other cafés, as well as on walls and bollards.The monochrome image is so simple and stark, it's very hard to miss, even among clusters of other advertising.