It was a good dayTM, highlighted, of course, by Waiting For Godot. This was brilliant, and the four guys were fabulous, although I had a feeling that Patrick Stewart was a bit too bouncy and energetic, though he does play the more optimistic of the two characters. Ronald Pickup's monologue as Lucky was astounding (I've always loved Ronald Pickup) But I still don't really like Beckett. I appreciated the production for the acting and the staging and the whole experience of the thing, but, to be honest, I much preferred Arcadia.
I guess it's the difference between a mind-set that says "you have to laugh, because the world is just meaningless crap" or "life is short, beauty is fleeting, but those brief points of love and hope and beauty are what give life its meaning."
That's not to say that I wasn't cheering at the end with the rest of the audience of which there seemed a higher proportion of American tourists than at Arcadia. I couldn't help thinking that it was unlikely there'd be sold-out performances and an extended run of that play without those particular Big Names in the cast. And it speaks well for taste and the power of word of mouth that Arcadia is also doing very well (judging at least by the apparent scarcity of tickets).
I spent the morning packing up my stuff and then walking from Westminster bridge up to the Tate British, where I thrilled at the Pre-Raphaelites (I do love Burne Jones). I had lunch in the cafe there and then drifted back to the West End to the theatre and then back to my hotel to pick up my luggage and thence here to Gatwick. The desk clerk at Base2Stay earned my undying love by asking me if I wanted to use the loo before I set off! (I did) Now that's thoughtful service :)
Anyway, as always I feel like I have way more to say, but I'm too tired, and I have to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to get ready for my flight to Venice. I'm glad I don't have to feel sad about leaving England, though, coz I'll be back in two weeks!