I have commented previously how old I feel going to some gigs and being surrounded by teenagers. On the other hand going to the theatre, and particularly Hampstead Theatre, makes me feel quite sprightly. The average age of the audience is probably even higher than an Anglican congregation. Certainly a strong bias to pensioners, which must be a worrying trend for the theatres. But frankly with ticket prices what they are its not too surprising. And at least for a gig you pretty much know what you are going to get. The theatre can always be a bit hit and miss.
Like this play.
An odd play. Not a bad evening at the theatre. I didn't go home feeling diddled. And Ben Chaplin in the lead as an English theatre director out in America was stunningly good. The dialogue was all wonderfully natural, totally believable. But maybe that's what made it so banal too. That and so much of it was reported action rather than events happening on stage. All in all, just a bit unsatisfying. It just didn't seem to be about anything. Or at least not about something worth writing a play about.
But I have just signed up for another play here, to see a stage production of Chariots of Fire. Well it is Olympic year and everyone is going to want to get in one the act. Literally.
Been a quiet week for me, with really only one other night out, going for dinner with an ex-trainee of mine and her husband. But a very enjoyable night out too. I really do like dinner parties, and they were wonderful company. The evening whizzed past. I have said it before, but a convivial evening with friends over dinner and wine pretty much can't be beaten. And they are just such a charming couple. Always a good sign when conversation flows so easily. The wine helps!
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