It must be climate change, it’s raining Becketts. Earlier this year there were eight presentations of Samuel Beckett’s plays in four states. Two productions of Endgame were playing at the same time in Melbourne and Sydney, and on successive nights I saw both performances. They were dollar a minute, one-act plays staged by the Melbourne and Sydney Theatre Companies. Endgame isn’t the one about the meaninglessness of life with the two tramps waiting for someone who never turns up, or the one about the meaninglessness of life with the woman buried up to her neck in sand, it’s the one…