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Loved it and Neil Labute rocks.
The cast is awesome.
The staging and set is v Ian Schrager.
Faith restored in the medium of the theatre…..a flutter of air kisses and luvees all round.

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Book-ending my trip north was some memorable nights out – the theatre trips were disappointing so the winner by a mile was the woman in her fifties belting out songs whilst prancing around in a thong:)

It feels as if Cher has been doing her farewell tour for years but apparently this is it and what a show – Britney and Christina take note. Acrobats, dancers, sequins and an elephant….. I love that Cher answers to no-one and doesn’t give a fig. At one point she dons a costume very similar to the one she was ridiculed for wearing on the ‘Turn Back Time’ video – the only difference is the nylon is a slightly higher denier this decade.

Two things drew me to David Mamet’s Oleanna – his wordsmith and the eye candy that is Aaron Eckhart. I enjoyed the themes raised in the play (is higher education this centuries greatest swindle) and the performances were fine. Strangely, Eckhart came across as more conformable in his role as the professor (though a little young) than Julie Stile’s portrayal as a student – go figure as she is studying at university in real life. The thing that bugged me was that it was rather short, 90 minutes including the interval, and it deserved a third act. There is a power struggle through out – first with the lecturer having the knowledge the student desperately wants, then it flips and the lecturer doesn’t understand the charges of sexual harassment and finally snaps. I thought it would be more interesting if the power flipped again and violence wasn’t the result.

The Globe’s production of Romeo and Juliet was so poor that I was nearly pushed to an act of violence myself. They played the first half for laughs – which undermined the gentle comedic relief that the Nurse brings. Apart from the Friar, nobody else seemed comfortable with the prose and their presentation made it ackward. I felt is a lazy production relying on the awesome setting of the Globe and the jewel coloured costumes.

First, I dodged two greenpeace, then a lone mind and finally there was a blur of cancer somethings as I ran screaming “Non UK Resident” through central London. I guess this means the universities have broken up for the summer and the charities are recruiting!

Today I had to double back when I thought I passed a road side art installation. On closer inspection it turned out to be just a burnt out newspaper stand, that was helpfully corden off and had a bright orange police cone on what was left of the counter. Now what do you think was their motivation?

Dear BBC Radio4

Was it a jape or just a bit of a tease to have this afternoons play explore the topic of student stress and suicide….. At other times of the year I whole heartly support tie in dramas but perhaps keep them to winter equinox and Michaelmas.

Regards,

Most confused of NJ

As I was revising for my Language Production exam (creative writing or lying to me and you) I realised that this exam turns you into your own grave digger… Confused…. You are given a piece of prose which is to act as stimulus for your own work and then you have to write a commentary on the what you have written – aarrgghhh.

So far I have sat one exam, two next week and the final three in the second week of June. The first went okay, but I am now panicking that they wonÒ€ℒt have been able to read my writing….will take even more care in the next exam. The most I hope to get from this spell of examinations is to pass them. A rather low expectation considering how well I did in the essay I submitted *rosy glow from boasting* but a combination of nerves, dyslexia and poor pen menship throw me in the exam room. I reckon that practice is going to get me over it and so by the time I come to sit my next bunch in January (Economics and Sociology) I will be a bit more of a pro πŸ™‚

NB. I must add that I am not fishing here but trying to subtly let Alex know that this is my warm-up round πŸ™‚

My brother used to be a fair weather cyclist, on a sunny day he might dust off his bike and meet his mates for a drink. Back then his bike was just a tool for getting from A to B and it didn’t seem to bother him when it was left rotting in the back garden.

All that changed when he started going out with his cycle enthusiast girlfriend.

He got a new, ultra light model with suspension. The house is littered with mountain bike life style magazines, greasy cogs and chains and piles of neon Lycra or polyester clothing. Now, I am glad he has a hobby other than festering away in his bedroom playing computer games but what bugs me is that his bike is now a permanent fixture in the hallway.

Yes, he does cycle to and fro the station on weekdays and goes off on jaunts at the weekend but the hall way is only 92cm wide and his handle bars occupy 62cm. If I am fed up of limbo dancing around it after only a week – how does my poor mum feel about it?

Today he took delivery of a new frame, apparently a bargain that he could not turn down….but where is it going to live? I am half tempted to buy a couple of D locks and some tarp (as I am not all heartless) and attach it to the railings out side…..

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Posted: 05/20/2004 in daily life, london life
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Lecture at the British Museum today on the history of Troy, didn’t think all my sneezing would be well received so tried a new combination….lemsip max in conjunction with Clairton (as I suspected every third sneeze was pollen related).

Glad to report that I made through the visit without causing to much of a disturbance or getting hot and bothered by the red figure vases πŸ™‚