Here be theatre reviews - the first of the season.

( Camelot at Stratford )

~ Germaine Greer

Had a meeting today to discuss the next couple of experiments I have to run. (You may not see or hear from me for the next 3 months or so... I kid, you will clearly see or hear from me, but you probably shouldn't). Love having an advisor who pauses a meeting to watch groundhogs or sparrows in the vicinity and throw food to them. ( Read more... )

Pebs, you wonder why I like Jonathan Goad so much? See my cousin's latest entry, wherein she comments "That man can smirk about 15 different ways."

Would that not be reason enough?

Icon courtesy of ogeecons.

Will begin with rant, for therapeutic purposes, though not chronological. It's been a frustrating couple of days. Was supposed to have a hockey game today, and looking forward to it as last week's was canceled, so haven't gotten to play yet. Sent out e-mail during week asking if anyone could give me rides to games, because can't walk with that bag ( Read more... )

My theatre obsession continued this weekend with Fuente Ovejuna on Friday night - my fourth and last visit to Stratford this year, or at least, that was the intention. Then my cousin and I got up the next morning and promptly ordered (cheap) tickets to see the Music Man a second time. This may be a sickness, but we're not looking for help yet ( Read more... )

Yes, it's another post from me so soon. Why, you ask? Because last night was opening night of Hamlet at Stratford and I must share my lingering giddiness with you all. Giddiness is an odd response to one of the greatest tragedies ever written, I'll grant you, but then, I'm an odd girl.

Alas, my wishful thinking was not fulfilled - I saw no sign of ( Read more... )