June 12th, 2009



I just booked the one remaining ticket to the "fangrrrl's" Waiting For Godot. It's for the Sunday Matinee.

Non-Stop Culture

Just a flying post, as, not content with my scorage of a ticket to Waiting for Godot, I also managed to procure a same-day ticket to this evening's performance of Tom Stoppard's Arcadia. Not as glamorous as WfG, but seems also to be very popular and has had very good reviews. I read the play as a PhD student and loved it and have always wanted to see a production.

This morning, as well as buying theatre tickets, I hit bookshop Nirvana on Charing Cross Rd, wandered through Trafalgar Sq, into St Martin's in the Field, where I listened to a music rehearsal, and thence to the Tower, along, it seemed, with half the world.

The Throng at the Tower

It was a bit too crowded for my taste, but nevertheless an enjoyable outing. Nothing like sitting on the banks of the Thames eating ice-cream and looking at Tower Bridge to feel like "I'm in London! Woo hoo!!"

Probably more later.

Et in Arcadia Ego


Just... wow.

That was so lovely. The production made it look exactly the way I imagined it when reading it, and the final scene, with the characters dancing and casting shadows on the wall ... boy; I wept.

You realize of course that my PhD studies were Postmodernism/Romanticism, so this play is just like a wet-dream for me. If I hadn't "done" novels, I would have done work on this play, and may still. It's wonderful. I'm so glad I succumbed to temptation.

Jean-Luc and Gandalf will have a lot to live up to!

I had a very good seat, except that the female half of the young couple in front of me had her hair teased into this immense Phyllis Diller- like fright-wig style, which obscured some of my view of the stage. However, they were a lovely young couple, obviously in the first throes of lurv, you know, hands drifting semi-casually, shoulders touching, electric, speaking glances to each other under seemingly casual conversation. What was delightful, though, was that in the interval they launched into a very intelligent discussion of the play, revealing some fairly detailed study of it (I suspect that it may be part of A-level syllabi?). I was so tempted to jump in and add my 2 cents to the conversation, but ... well, you know, there's a limit to academic geekitude.