Being all cultured
What with it being a long summer with nothing to do (ah, bliss!), we have been sampling the Cultural Life of Cardiff, which resides mostly in the Giant Armadillo In The Bay (http://www.urban75.org/photos/wales/images/w161.jpg though this does not properly capture the armadillo-\slugness of the thing). It's very nice, though the foyer feels like an airport. So we've seen Miss Saigon (depressing plot with upbeat music), and yesterday Swan Lake. I am not a ballet person, I don't think. I find the silence of it creepy, and keep expecting someone to sing. Still, Tchaikovsky is always excellent: wasted on ballet, if anything. I can just about accept malnourished young women prancing around in floaty dresses, but the men really do look absurd, like weird bird-people doing weird bird-mating-dances. Or something.
Also, we went to Pirates of Penzance in St Fagan's, as one of my dad's radiographers was playing Mabel. Great to listen to and watch; a pity about the smell and the distracting sheep ;) (St Fagan's is basically a field).
The Irish invasion has arrived, albeit reduced only to my aunt Mary. However, she has voice and strong accent enough for anyone. The Little Cousins Emma and Lucy had to bail due to illness; I was looking forward to being the Cool Older Cousin (my own sisters have no respect for their elders and betters (me) so I was going to be listened to for a change). Mary is now the Highest-Ranking-Family-Member and must be attended to ceaselessly.
I am a lonely triplet this week, as Connie is in China and Ching is in Amsterdam. Probably being wooed by some implausibly tall Dutchman with an armful of tulips and his own windmill [/lazy cultural stereotype]. She's apparently going to desert me for ohmie anyway, come October. Oh woe, woe is me etc. I don't look great in a dress either.
Also, we went to Pirates of Penzance in St Fagan's, as one of my dad's radiographers was playing Mabel. Great to listen to and watch; a pity about the smell and the distracting sheep ;) (St Fagan's is basically a field).
The Irish invasion has arrived, albeit reduced only to my aunt Mary. However, she has voice and strong accent enough for anyone. The Little Cousins Emma and Lucy had to bail due to illness; I was looking forward to being the Cool Older Cousin (my own sisters have no respect for their elders and betters (me) so I was going to be listened to for a change). Mary is now the Highest-Ranking-Family-Member and must be attended to ceaselessly.
I am a lonely triplet this week, as Connie is in China and Ching is in Amsterdam. Probably being wooed by some implausibly tall Dutchman with an armful of tulips and his own windmill [/lazy cultural stereotype]. She's apparently going to desert me for ohmie anyway, come October. Oh woe, woe is me etc. I don't look great in a dress either.