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Review – Hamlet with David Tennant, RSC, Stratford-upon-Avon

Thursday 28 August 2008

Yes, yes, we know it’s not the West End and that it’s Shakespeare, but it had to be done.

Done by Andrew, anyway. Phil refused to be dragged away from his metropolitan “lifestyle” (Let us hope that involved him doing something about the state of his fridge for there is surely something rotten in it) for a trip to Stratford-upon-Avon.

Even now Phil insists that it is necessary to change trains to get there and refuses to listen to Andrew’s account of the contemporary transport arrangements. He utterly refutes Andrew’s report that there are no longer such things as third class carriages. Andrew has held his tongue.

Oh well, every dog has his day and so, it was that Sue K (Clarification: Andrew is the dog in this analogy, not Sue) stepped into Phil’s fill-in mode. And the first thing to report is that an evening at the theatre apparently does not necessarily involve bickering. This was something of revelation to Andrew who found the entire outing both intellectually stimulating and emotionally restful. Read the rest of this entry »

Review – Saint Joan, National Theatre

Tuesday 10 July 2007

st_joan_149s2rqso.jpg“How long, O Lord. How long?” is Andrew’s most frequently uttered invocation on arrival at a theatre.

It turns out that he has been quoting Shaw (and St Joan) all along, although he claims not have been aware of the fact? Great minds…?

The Whingers had been dreading this one. Phil even rushed into the National Theatre information desk to ask the actual (as opposed to advertised) running time in the hope of allaying Andrew’s fears.

“3 hours 10 minutes,” was the reply though it had apparently been running even longer. Read the rest of this entry »