Actually, The Heresy of Love, at the Globe, was originally a Meetup, but I'd forgotten. I didn't see it advertised there, and actually came across it while browsing Time Out. It wasn't until I was checking my email inbox for ticket offers that I came across the original invitation, from the London Dramatic Arts group. Checked the Meetup page, only to discover it had been cancelled - no takers, it seems! I don't think people from that group are into the Globe.. pity, their loss!
Me, I adore the place. And what's more, I was just in time (in the last hour, in fact) to avail of a Time Out offer for tickets - so I booked one. I was lucky with the Tube on the way in to town, got trains immediately at both West Brompton and Earl's Court, where I had to change. They say to print off a voucher, but I didn't need one - just gave my name at the box office and got a ticket. This was a £40 ticket for £17.50, but that doesn't dictate which level you're on, rather your position relative to the stage; £40 for this production gets you a straight-on, central view. It just so happened that my central view was in the Upper Gallery (the top level). What the hey, it's not the first time, and the stairs aren't taxing. What did give me pause for thought was that it said £14 on the ticket itself.. but no, that seat was definitely selling for £40 on the website.
So I got a front-row seat, pretty much directly facing the stage - just high up:
This play is based on the true story of Sister Juana Inés de la Cruz, a nun in Mexico in the late 1600s, who attracted the opprobrium of the Church - simply for having the temerity to write poems and plays. And she a nun! whose time would be better spent in writing in praise of God.
Cue lotsa Church-bashing - in the form of the new archbishop, who can't look a woman in the eye (for fear of corruption) and is the character we love to hate. All sorts of dramatic doings, such as book-burnings, illicit affairs, plotting and scheming, and a woman who just wants to keep writing, who has so much to say.
The writing wasn't as good as the night before, when I saw The Gathered Leaves - but that's quite a play to compare it against. And some of the acting isn't as subtle as it could be - but that's the nature of the Globe, they do have to shout a bit: not least because of the passing planes, which were a real annoyance till it got dark and the flights died out. Personally, I loved it - I'm a sucker for the theme, and for the period. And for the venue. And, near the end of the play, I even saw a shooting star.. the advantage of an open-air venue, and of being in the upper level! This production runs on selected dates until the 5th September: and unless you're quite particular about your seat, there's probably no need to book - it's not selling out.
On my way home, I needed to change at Earl's Court again, and they played a game of musical trains with us - my train was to go to Ealing Broadway, and I needed one for Wimbledon. So I got off. My train stayed where it was. Another Ealing Broadway train arrived at the other platform. We all waited. Finally, my original train changed its destination to Wimbledon, and the other to.. Dagenham East?! That's the other way! (I think it went to Ealing Broadway eventually.) Anyway, it went too late on me to blog last night.
Tonight, I'm joining Let's Do London - for less! for Bears in Space! in the Soho Theatre. Tomorrow's a film, and top of the list - rather surprisingly - is Absolutely Anything, a new Simon Pegg comedy, where he's given unlimited powers by the Monty Python crew, taking the shape of aliens in this. Kate Beckinsale is the love interest. Robin Williams voices the dog. I'm dubious - I don't think it deserves such a high rating, and today already it's dropped from 8.6 to 8.2. Well, we'll see.. could be fun.
Then begins a whole run of things whose booking was inspired by Meetup organisers warning me that things were selling out! On Saturday, I'm back with Let's Do London - for less! for Pop-Up Opera's Carmen, again at the Soho Theatre. On Sunday, I'm with Walk About London for a walk based on the Magna Carta. On Monday, the organiser of Film Nite informed us that his old drama teacher had written a play - Frank Sent Me - that's performing at the King's Head. Actually, he wrote two, and this chap was at the other last Monday, but I flew back that day and couldn't make that. Some of us are going to this.
On Tuesday, I'm headed to a play set in Sheffield during the Blitz. Operation Crucible is showing in the Finborough, nice and close to me. On Wednesday, I'm with Let's Do London - for less! yet again, when they're off to the Globe to see As You Like It. Next Thursday, I'm off to the Spiegeltent - on my own, for a change - to see House of Burlesque. Then I'm back to Ireland for the weekend, and we're headed to the Irish Youth Wind Ensemble, at the University Concert Hall.
The following Monday, I'm finally going to see Memphis: the Musical, at the Shaftesbury Theatre. And the next TWO days, I'm headed to the Guildford office - first for a meeting, then the Sports Day. Coincides nicely with the next Tube strikes..
Meetup had nothing interesting scheduled for tonight. They're getting a bit lax, mainly, over the summer.. anyway, I found myself back on Time Out, looking for something to go to, and came across The Gathered Leaves, starring Jane Asher and showing in the Park Theatre. Good reviews.. turned out the venue website is sold out for the entire run, but any number of resellers had £20 tickets in the upper level for sale for £26. So I went with Time Out. In retrospect, I probably should have shopped around for someone that would leave the ticket at the box office for me - instead, Time Out shipped it to me, for an extra 95p. Ah well, at least I didn't have to queue at the box office.. in fact, I'd completely forgotten they were to ship it until I arrived back after the weekend and it was there for me! Actually, my flatmate saw it and brought it in, which was just as well - I'd have panicked if I'd realised it was supposed to be posted and I hadn't found it yet..
It's a long journey, but a simple enough one: Tube to Finsbury Park, make sure to take the correct exit, and it's a short walk. Of course, this is while we have the luxury of the Tube - this journey would be completely impossible for me during a strike, and these days those are more and more frequent. They've just announced TWO more for the week after next - that'll be four days in a row when services will be down. They're objecting to the rosters that have been set up for the new 24-hour service supposed to start next month, you see. Well, I sympathise with anyone that has to deal with the likes of Boris Johnson - but they are really pushing the goodwill of the public here. These next strikes will affect people heading away for the bank holiday weekend.. expect trouble, methinks.
May I just take a moment to warn people about the own-brand chicken tikka at the Co-Op. I had business at my local one this evening - actually, at the post office that lives down the back - and decided to buy dinner there. Chicken tikka, because some folks had had it at lunchtime and I'd envied the smell, and it'd been quite a while since I'd had it. Well, "chicken" tikka was almost misinformation, considering the tiny amount of chicken in it - and I was advised to add far too much water during cooking, making the whole thing soggy. Avoid, avoid, avoid..
Dinner over (thankfully) and while we still have the Tube, I took it. And it was a long enough journey that I had time to read the paper cover to cover - thankfully, I got a seat the whole way. And I didn't get lost in the station - just follow the signs for Wells Terrace (and make sure to locate them at each branching of the corridor!). Upon exiting, you can see the theatre, straight ahead on the left. I threaded my way through crowds of people, bravely occupying outside tables despite light rain, and made my way straight upstairs, where they were already open. Wound my way past some people to my bench seat at the side - there are no really bad seats here.
Predictably, this (quite small) theatre was packed - I only saw one free seat from where I was, by the end. The play is a family drama, centred around a family reunion at Easter, and featuring the return of a couple of members to the fold, coinciding with the birthday of the head of the family. Because the family connections are a bit convoluted to remember at the beginning, let me elaborate; the head of the family is the ageing William, his long-suffering wife is Olivia, played by Jane Asher, and they have three children: Samuel, who's autistic, Giles, a doctor, and Alice. Samuel lives in a care home. Giles is married to Sophie, with two grown-up children, Simon and - I can't actually remember his sister's name. And Alice has a daughter, Orelia. And they all come to visit for this fateful Easter.
So, a family drama then. But, as the reviews say, this production breathes new life into an old form. It is absolutely a gem, and I'm not in the least surprised it's so popular! The script absolutely sparkles. The characters are well drawn and complex, beautifully played. The play is utterly engaging - there is laughter, there are tears. There was one scene where one of the performers played the piano - for real, unusually. And as the others clustered around to listen, I found that the most moving scene of the whole night. Very highly recommended - if, as predicted, this moves to the West End, it'll be one of the best things there. Runs until Saturday, and I feel lucky to have seen it - as I say, the official website is sold out, but you might have luck if you search around.
I occupied myself on the Tube back by realising how out of practice my French is, reading the French novel over the shoulder of the woman beside me.. Tomorrow, I'm off to the Globe. Always a treat - and tomorrow is supposed to be the best night of the week to see shooting stars - there's a passing meteor shower. Hey, it's open-air; you never know.. the play is The Heresy of Love, bought on a Time Out offer again, but at a discount this time, in the last hour of the offer. And on Thursday, Meetup redeems itself in the form of the Let's Do London - for less! group, who are off to (ahem) Bears in Space, at the Soho Theatre. There's a rumour of a discount for people who dress up. I'm not tempted.
We actually thought of going to Flanagan's in Killaloe yesterday - my mother likes it, and it did turn out a lovely evening for the drive. We took the scenic route, down by the lake - gorgeous. Unfortunately, we weren't the only ones with the same idea, and parking near the restaurant - which is by the water - was impossible. So we shortly decided to head back up the road to Teach uí Bhriain. (Actually, I prefer the food there anyway.)
Parking wasn't a problem - they have plenty of space round the back. We immediately noticed something different though.. an extension has been in progress for some time, and now they seem to have roofed it, and put some tables and chairs in there. Interesting! There was more to come - turns out they've been visited by the team from At Your Service, a tv programme where the Brennan brothers, who run the 5-star Park Hotel Kenmare, travel around the country to give advice to people running smaller hospitality businesses.
We chatted to one of the management, who explained that renovations are still in progress - but the change is already easy to see. We passed through the restaurant, where they've opened the space by removing all the booths. That section can also now cater for larger groups, with bench seating running along the wall. Anyway, we decided to head for our regular seat in a corner of the bar, where the change is equally dramatic; new, brighter upholstery and a new shade of pale yellow on the walls, with a white ceiling, effectively brighten up what was a very dark corner. Gone is the dark wood, and much of the memorabilia that cluttered the walls. They've only really done it over the last month, and many of the customers were remarking on the difference.
Thankfully, the food is as good as ever, and with hearty portions, we were well fed. I was glad to have a curry - they don't do it for the seated service in Quin, and I don't have it so often. We worked our way through a whole bottle of wine, given that they don't do small bottles here any more, and the full bottle is better value. Well, the dinner soaked it up.
Back to London tonight. Tomorrow, I'm headed to a play called The Gathered Leaves, in the Park theatre, starring Jane Asher. No official tickets left, but plenty of sites have tickets for the upper level, at £26 for a face value of £20. On Wednesday, I'm back at the Globe for The Heresy of Love, and on a special Time Out offer too! (since expired, sorry). And on Thursday, I'm with Let's Do London - for less! again, at the intriguingly titled Bears in Space, at the Soho Theatre..
Another trip out last night with the ever-good value Let's Do London - for less! Meetup group. A couple of problems presented themselves: would my cough flare up? and the more definite problem of the Tube strike..
The strike I planned to deal with simply by walking. The concert was in the church of St. Martin in the Fields, just at the side of Trafalgar Square - now, during the last strike, I took a bus to just past there, and it took me an hour and a half. On a crowded, boiling hot Routemaster. So when Google Maps told me that walking would just take an hour and a quarter - I was in! As for the cough, I bought a small bottle of water. I wanted to get mints or Wine Gums as well, to moisten my mouth and throat; there's a Tesco at the end of the road from my office (the start of my walk) so I tried there first - but they really have a woeful selection of these. I figured I'd have better luck further on.
I was in luck - it was a beautiful evening for walking! The first stretch took me down West Cromwell Road, which soon displayed a line of grand columned buildings. Mostly hotels, and mostly with "Cromwell" in the title. Appropriately, but disturbing for an Irish person.. I think I'd have trouble staying in a hotel with "Cromwell" in the name, if a decent alternative were available. Anyhoo, this was a very pleasant walk, and in due course I came across a Waitrose, which had Wine Gums.
It was just after this that I started to have trouble with my feet. I had new Skechers, and they display the typical trait of really comfortable soles and slightly uncomfortable uppers.. sure enough, no problems with the soles of these, but the uppers were chafing uncomfortably against my skin (I wasn't wearing socks). Just as well the chafing started earlier, and I'd brought plasters with me; I spent some time on a bench in South Kensington, ministering to my feet.
Shortly after this, I came into Knightsbridge - which proved a nightmare to walk through. Crowded at the best of times, yesterday was insane, shoppers mingling with confused tourists. It took some time to push through them, and I was glad when the street opened out at Hyde Park Corner, where I crossed Green Park as part of my route.
It was like a bicycle convention. After taking forever to cross the road, I gladly entered the park - which was the loveliest part of the walk, the trees muffling both sight and sound of the surrounding traffic. I'd have taken photos, but was beginning to get tight for time with all the pitstops, sorry. I was particularly taken by a lamppost, right in the middle of the park - very The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe! Indeed, much like in the book, I got lost pretty quickly after passing the lamppost, and as time ticked away, just wanted out of there. I couldn't find the exit I needed, and ended up taking quite a detour, coming out at the wrong side, and frantically searching unfamiliar streets for where I was supposed to be! Well, my sense of direction was intact, and I did find the square - and church - eventually. And it would've been a really lovely walk, but for that..
The organiser was to meet us outside with our tickets, and I just managed to catch him before he went in. He actually had two sets - one for the central aisle, and a cheaper set for the side, one of which I'd bought. We were in good time to find decent seats, and I must say, I don't really see the advantage of paying extra for the central aisle here. Well, unless you're early enough to get one of the really good seats. There were people in the central section who, I'm sure, had no better view than you'd have from the side - after all, you have to remember there are pillars to block your view, wherever you are.. cushions were available, all seating being on wooden benches - but I found I didn't need one.
He was asking whether I'd been to this church before, and I didn't think so - but on reflection, I think I actually was, pre-blog though. I seem to remember it as the church where I attended a classical concert and found myself sitting beside an American couple, in town for a few days, who were so jealous that I could come here whenever I wanted! Ironic, then, that it was years before I came back.. it is a beautiful place:
(That's not a fault in the second picture - the window is designed like that, slightly warped, and something of a landmark.)
I have seen Concertante before - actually, in my first Meetup with this group, in Southwark Cathedral. As well as beautiful music, they incorporate a sense of fun in their concerts, starting with a bit of a jokey speech. As you might expect, last night's was heavily biased against Tube workers. "Thanks for braving the strike!" he began. "Unless you're Tube drivers.." Cue nervous tittering. "Mind you," he continued, "Tube drivers earn over £50,000 per year - and work a 36-hour week.. at that rate, they could afford to come to all of our concerts!"
The first half concentrated heavily on Vivaldi - his Concerto for Two Violins in A Minor, and of course some of the Four Seasons - Spring and Summer, specifically. It really doesn't matter how often you hear them - they never grow old. Also included was Telemann's Concerto for 4 Violins in G Major.
After a short interval (to give us time to buy their cd), we had Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, and Bach's Concerto for 2 Violins. Plus some extras. And as the light dimmed outside, and the interior lights came on, the place seemed cosier. For the very last piece, they allowed audience members to take photo and videos - I don't think they realised what they were unleashing, as a flurry of people near me got into a frenzy of jostling for position and photo-taking.. all in all, a great, evening. And my cough didn't bother me once! Arriving on the outside porch, I discovered that most of our group had left, and those that were still there were on the point of leaving. A great pity, but what with the strike, they knew their journey would be longer, so I can't blame them.
For my part, it took me a small minute to figure out which direction my bus stop was in, but I did find it in plenty of time for my (delayed) #9. Which, when it came, was too full to get on, as I'd predicted. Luckily, when the next came along, it wasn't going the whole way; though it would take me far enough, there wasn't as much enthusiasm for it from the others at the bus stop, and I managed to squeeze on this one. I changed at Hyde Park Corner, and knew from the last strike that any bus that stopped at Stop N would do me - indeed, although the #74 would be best for me, it would be too crowded, and I'd be better off on one of the others. And so I came to take a #14, which, despite being on diversion, did take me close enough to home that I could walk.
I'll be rather glad to get away from London transport for the next few days - off to Ireland for a long weekend (flights on Sunday were too expensive, oddly, so I'm flying back on Monday instead). On Tuesday, I'm headed to a play called The Gathered Leaves, in the Park theatre, starring Jane Asher. No official tickets left, but plenty of sites have tickets for the upper level, at £26 for a face value of £20. On Wednesday, I'm excited to be back at the Globe for The Heresy of Love, and on a special Time Out offer too! (since expired, sorry). And on Thursday, 'tis Let's Do London - for less! again, at the intriguingly titled Bears in Space, at the Soho Theatre.. all together now, If you go down to So-ho today..
Yep, I had originally planned to go to the Scoop tonight. The Tube strike put paid to that - it'd take so long, in my experience, to get over there that I'd never make it in time; yes, there are extra buses, but the traffic's so bad, partly in consequence.. so I was happy enough to stay home (I'll go to the Scoop later in the month).
And then.. I came across a cheap ticket, tonight only, for a double-bill of plays. And when I looked closer, I discovered that one was by Vaclav Havel. But what decided me beyond doubt was that the other was by Beckett - my favourite playwright. What's more, it's one I hadn't seen! A quick check revealed that they were showing in the Drayton Arms - and when I researched that, to make sure: yes, that IS the one I've often passed on my way to my local Cineworld! In fact, I use it as a landmark as to where to turn off. An easy walk from home - oh, the joys. I booked a ticket immediately.
So, after dinner, I strolled past the traffic jams - got stuck briefly in a crowd coming out of the Overground station, but luckily they all turned off through the cemetery. Avoiding a couple of folks beating the jams with Solowheels, I arrived at the pub way too early. Seems the theatre doesn't open until 10 minutes beforehand, at which point a bell rings in the bar downstairs. Fair enough, and I waited there, on a sofa inside the door. When the time came, I popped upstairs, where they had my name on a list, told me my seat number, and handed me a free programme. The theatre itself has about five rows of benches, intriguingly upholstered with cut-up denims! Something I haven't seen before, but comfortable enough. There were only about 10 people in the audience - the strike might have contributed to that.
The first play - Private View, by Havel - concerns a fellow who's invited round by a couple who are old friends of his, and want him to see what they've done with the place. It's a brilliantly observed piece about a kind of people we all know, who feel they've done so very well for themselves that they just have to share it. And try to mould you in their image. And so, this hapless fellow goes from faking interest in the various things they want to show him, to having to defend himself against a constant stream of jibes about his own life, and how they feel it doesn't measure up to theirs. We all know them - but how often do we see their foibles exposed so bluntly? A beautiful piece, terrifically acted.
The more so because I got a coughing fit that lasted a few minutes. Not constantly - just a cough every 10 seconds or so for most of it. I sympathised with the poor actors, and my poor fellow audience members - I really thought, for a while there, I was going to have to leave. But I consoled myself with the thought that it's usually not nearly as bad for the other audience members as for the poor person trying to stifle it - and, thank God, it eventually subsided.
Because I really didn't want to miss Beckett. These are short plays, about half an hour each, with barely an interval in between - just enough time for them to remove the set. The set for the first play comprises pieces of furniture and props - after all, the visitor has to have something to look at! Catastrophe, however, is a typically sparse Beckett play, whose set consists of a chair and a plinth. The actors do a quick costume change, and the same appear in the second play.
The play is a particularly political one, with a theatre director reviewing the way his assistant has arranged the protagonist on the plinth. The protagonist, it seems, represents the common people - more specifically, Havel himself, it seems, who was a great friend of Beckett's. The director and assistant, then, spend their time dressing and undressing this poor man - manipulating him like an extra large dress-up doll (those in power manipulating the common people). However, it's deeper than that, with the director dismissing the arrangements that the assistant has made, both belittling her and further humiliating the protagonist in the process.
Mostly, it's - as I say - a typically sparse Beckett play, with much silence (boy, am I glad I didn't have to cough during this one!) and some repetition, each word counting for something. Finally, the director and assistant both meld into the background, leaving us to focus on the protagonist, who's been arranged in a kind of supplicant position on the plinth. He's been forbidden this whole time from showing his face, and once they have him where they want him, the applause rises. At the end, however, he lifts his face, and the applause dies away.. this is the one point where the production fell down, the applause didn't noticeably die away as he lifted his head. It more cut out before he did so. Pity - but you have to be so careful with Beckett, it's so precise. Still, it's a joy to watch. I highly recommend this show - runs until the 15th.
Well, tomorrow I'm booked to go to a classical concert in St. Martin in the Fields church, at the far corner of Trafalgar Square, with the Let's Do London - for less! group. Discounted tickets and a free cd! I'd better take some mints - don't want a repetition of tonight's coughing fit! I'd been too confident and didn't bring anything tonight. Of course, there's another wee problem - I can't take the Tube.. now, during the last strike, I took a bus to just past Trafalgar Square. It took me an hour and a half, and on the top deck of a Routemaster on a sunny day, I was boiling! (Deficient aircon and no opening windows.) Well gee, Google Maps tells me I can walk there in an hour and 15 minutes - and with new Skechers, that is exactly what I'm going to do! Coming back could actually be more of a problem, trying to cram onto a bus..
Then I'm back to Ireland for a long weekend, because flights were so expensive on Sunday! So I'm flying back on Monday instead. On Tuesday, I'm going to a play called The Gathered Leaves, showing in the Park Theatre. It's quite a while since I've been there.. It stars Jane Asher, and the official website had no availability. There were any number of tickets available from second-hand sellers though, all £26, for a face value of £20. I went with Time Out, who, I'm glad to see, have removed their exorbitant fees.
Next Wednesday, I'm headed to the Globe again (whoopee!) for a production called The Heresy of Love. This was originally advertised as a Meetup with the London Dramatic Arts group, but the Meetup was cancelled - unusually for that group, there weren't any takers! Not a Globe crowd, I guess.. their loss. Anyway, I was lucky, and literally got a ticket in the last hour of a Time Out offer.
And on Thursday of next week, I'm back with Let's Do London - for less! for a production entitled (ahem) Bears in Space. In the Soho Theatre, naturally. Gotta hand it to this Meetup group, its Meetups are nothing if not varied. And between this group and the London Dramatic Arts group constantly reminding us that things are selling out - I've become unusually organised, booking ahead! For this month only though, and I can pretty much guarantee it won't last..
..didn't happen. That flu is still with me, and I cancelled, afraid that I'd just cough my way through it. What the hey, it was cheap.. and honestly, I'm glad to be indoors for the night!
Tomorrow's offerings don't seem worth dragging myself out for either - why don't I take it really easy and stay in three nights in a row? Wednesday probably won't happen either, but that's because it's in the Scoop, and with a likely Tube strike starting that evening, I'd never make it across in time. What the hey, that one's free!
For Thursday, however, I only have to make my way to Trafalgar Square or so. I've booked a discount ticket to a classical concert with Let's Do London - for less! Including free cd! In St. Martin in the Fields church, just off the square. Now, I remember the last strike, when I took a bus to just past there, and it took an hour and a half. Google Maps says it should only take abt an hour and a quarter to walk.. and I do have new Skechers (good timing!).. and for sure, walking will be cheaper, faster, and more comfortable than those atrocious Routemasters!
Then it's back to Ireland for a long weekend, owing to the exorbitant price of flights on Sunday! Why that is, I cannot say..
I decided I'd go to the cinema today - and what came top of the list (at last!) but Jurassic World. Delighted at that - I did love Jurassic Park, and do love when a mainstream film climbs to the top of the list (in terms of IMDB ratings). And given that I developed a throat infection over the last couple of days, and spent all last night waking to blow my nose - I was really glad that it was showing at my local cinema, at a convenient time - not too early, not too late - and I could walk. At my own pace.
So I set off, at the tail end of a gloriously sunny afternoon, and strolled down to the cinema. Where I explained to the nice man that I had a Yplan ticket (they have a deal all summer - it's cheaper than the box office) but gee, it doesn't work on my phone, so I have to print it out! So you have a choice - here's the enormous barcode (I have seen it work if they back right up to the wall) or there's a reference code you can type in. He typed.
I chose a seat near-ish the front, with an aisle in front to stretch my legs. And then moved over anyway, so as not to be right in front of people. It was fine. Trailers were of the sci-fi kind, and included one for Pixels, where the aliens attack us by means of videogame characters. As in - oh no! Pacman is coming.. (I love Pacman. :-) ) Adam Sandler is one of the videogame geeks recruited to save the world. A better bet is probably The Martian, where Matt Damon plays an astronaut left for dead after a storm on Mars during which his fellow colonists were evacuated - directed by Ridley Scott, also stars Jessica Chastain. Looks good.
And so to the dinosaurs. Someone remarked - just yesterday, in fact - that he loved Jurassic Park when he was small. And he isn't so small now! NO! It doesn't matter! No matter big or small, no matter the age, I defy you not to jump when something bigger than a T-Rex smashes its clawed foot through the ceiling of where our hapless heroes are huddling. (Brief plot symposis: Jurassic Park has been re-envisioned larger, with ever bigger creatures. And their latest, biggest creation - which turns out to be unexpectedly intelligent - gets out and goes on a killing spree.)
Ah, it's great stuff! 2D or 3D, when these fanged, scaly beasts start chasing the people down, you'll jump. Very interesting conclusion to the drama, also. Reminded me of Godzilla, that other excellent recent monster movie. I loved it - just glad it was still showing.
I shopped in Sainsbury's, not wanting to inflict my sneezing on a restaurant crowd. Anyway, I had a ton of Nectar points, and got my shopping practically for free (it's all the surveys I do for them). Tomorrow, I had it in mind to do a walk.. I still might, but honestly, I'm not sure I'll be up to it. For Monday, I've booked a cheap ticket to a performance of a reimagined Jekyll and Hyde, in St. Martin's College. Assuming I can beat this flu!
