Two Blue Cows After I’ve been twice around the program, the play is five minutes late starting, the actors come on with Tas/Yank accents, slightly disconcerting, and microphones, the ones which look like bent knitting needles, pasted onto their heads. The theatre’s small, the music’s big and loud. It’s all wrong. Then suddenly that thing happens and I’ve broken through into someone else’s world. Now, the play and I are both heading somewhere together and even though Next to Normal is about things that are all, all bad, everything is all, all right. When you are lucky it really does…