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Category Archives: Theatre
The substance of things hoped for
The ticket drawer (now a ticket folder due to our downsizing) is considerably lighter these days. Not because we go to fewer events, but because physical tickets are rapidly becoming anachronistic. We all book online, and this process means the … Continue reading
En passant
The other day I received last-minute tickets for a BBC recording at the Radio Theatre at Broadcasting House. I had no other plans so decided to go, despite the short notice. I also realised that what appealed to me was … Continue reading
Meet and greet
What does an hour and a half watching Mark Rylance dressed in a bright orange puffed jacket clowning and making snow angels on stage actually give me, apart from pleasure? Continue reading
Posted in Moving on, Theatre
Tagged literature, Live performance, Mark Rylance, Nice Fish, Shakespeare
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on
I don’t believe in ghosts. But once someone has died, I think they continue with us. They continue in our memories and through their children (if lucky enough to have them): a tilt of the head or a look suddenly … Continue reading
Posted in Theatre
Tagged Hamlet, Live performance, Simon Russell Beale, Stratford, The Tempest
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Quick now, here, now, always.
Moving to London meant leaving my job – obviously – and I am searching for work. Writing applications is laborious (oh, the irony that hunting for work is itself hard work) and disquieting. I cannot know how long this process … Continue reading
Posted in Moving on, Theatre
Tagged Alan Bennett, Hamlet, literature, Live performance, narrative, Shakespeare, Simon Russell Beale, TS Eliot
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Thank you for missing me
Harry Potter is a significant theme in our house. The children were at the perfect age. We read the books together at bed time, conducted intensely excited night-time forays to buy the later volumes at midnight publication, and we relished … Continue reading
A new winter coat
My parents are both dead. I loved them both and they were good parents; I was lucky in my relationships. My mum, in particular, had an ability to accept mortality and this was a great gift to my brother and … Continue reading
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Farewell, my dear
We are three quarters of the way through our Roger Rees memorial viewing of Nicholas Nickleby. For those unfamiliar with the work, this means 6 hours down, 2 to go.
A birthday thank you letter
On this, his 450th birthday, I would like to say thank you to William Shakespeare. As a suggestion of what Shakespeare has given us all, I do not think Bernard Levin can be bettered: Shakespeare’s language permeates and shapes our … Continue reading