Perfect show is perfect, okay? Okay.
I've managed to get rid of the fever, but my throat is still completely coated with mucus, and despite feeling rather ill I was dragged with the rest of my family to see this (we'd had the tickets for quite some time, so I didn't have much of a choice regarding going out). I sat in between my dad and my brother so as not to get anyone else ill, and it was only 70 minutes long, so I survived. Barely. I feel rather worn down now.
But oh my God, it was phenomenal.
If you can see it, DO IT. I mean, we all know how I feel about British double acts, but this was just...yes. So much yes.
Going to go and write Londinium now because I KIND OF HAVE TO. ...in the morning, when I'm maybe less sick. Except I doubt I'll be less sick. It's this nagging mucus in my throat that just won't leave and it's driving me crazy.
(Icon is so beyond relevant. In so many ways.)
But oh my God, it was phenomenal.
If you can see it, DO IT. I mean, we all know how I feel about British double acts, but this was just...yes. So much yes.
Going to go and write Londinium now because I KIND OF HAVE TO. ...in the morning, when I'm maybe less sick. Except I doubt I'll be less sick. It's this nagging mucus in my throat that just won't leave and it's driving me crazy.
(Icon is so beyond relevant. In so many ways.)