DAY
TWENTY-FIVE. AGE TWENTY-FIVE.
One day I went with The Usher to a local theatre to
see
Memories Are Made Of This (New Theatre Royal/29th
March 2010)
It was advertised as something to do with memories
of the local area, or of the theatre, which appealed to me because I like local
history because knowing where we’ve been helps define where we are going, and
because anachronisms are cool, and because I’m totally obsessed with the World
War II Home Front stuff, it being the setting of The Amazing Novel that three
agents have declined so far, so I thought it could be a good research opportunity
(by the way, it wasn’t).
It appealed to The Usher because you got to wander
all over the theatre, even the bits the public don’t usually go into, and
stumble on random skits. I think it was
supposed to be partially guided but since The Usher had spent a lot of time in
the theatre she decided to be The Guide (which may have led to us missing out
on things, frankly).
And it appealed to both of us because it was free.
A really cool idea.
Really cool. Don’t remember any
of it.
Kinda ironic, ain’t it.
I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.
ReplyDeleteI thought I better point it out just in case. In case you didn't see. What I did. There.
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