Master and Margarita
Went to see The Master and Margarita last night at the Barbican - 3 and a half hours long and yet it flashed past. In fact it was too frenetic, if anything. There were things that didn't work, and the sum of the parts lacked the emotional punch you might have expected. But so many things were adventurous, bold, theatrical and inventive. Complicite do all the things with theatre that you cannot do with tv or film. A very stimlating evening, all in all, and I was still up at 1am thinking about it when I got home.
I've been in Hungerford today, mooching around the antiques arcade and squelching through the mud of Freeman's Marsh (my reward being a kingfisher and a grey wagtail but not much else). And I made a new friend. When I was parking my car in the carpark, I felt a faint thump on the bonnet - and looked up to see that I had acquired a cat. (To be clear, the cat hit me, I did not hit the cat.) I got out to greet said feline, and, after licking my windscreen wiper (no idea why, but he did) he allowed some petting and submitted to me reading his collar. His name was Pickles, and here he is, having moved from the car bonnet to the car roof:
Handsome, but his habit of jumping on moving vehicles suggests he may not be very bright.
I've been in Hungerford today, mooching around the antiques arcade and squelching through the mud of Freeman's Marsh (my reward being a kingfisher and a grey wagtail but not much else). And I made a new friend. When I was parking my car in the carpark, I felt a faint thump on the bonnet - and looked up to see that I had acquired a cat. (To be clear, the cat hit me, I did not hit the cat.) I got out to greet said feline, and, after licking my windscreen wiper (no idea why, but he did) he allowed some petting and submitted to me reading his collar. His name was Pickles, and here he is, having moved from the car bonnet to the car roof:
Handsome, but his habit of jumping on moving vehicles suggests he may not be very bright.