Presents and Absence
…..and when I say presents, I mean this lovely bundle of books I got for my birthday on Thursday! I had a fabulous day and was treated to a surprise trip to Cardigan’s… Continue reading
Tag Archive: plays
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Really Great Theatre Is For Life, Not Just For Christmas.
I’m a reader, I watch a lot of films, I occasionally get to classical concerts and galleries and sometimes even the Opera, but I rarely get to see plays any more. Thanks to… Continue reading
Don’t put your daughter on the Facebook, Mrs Worthington
Noël Coward is one of those people I’ve picked up a few facts about through osmosis, such as the song ‘Mad Dogs and Englishmen’ (which is totally a rap), and a vague idea… Continue reading
The Most Perfect Place on the Planet to see ‘The Tempest’
Before we discovered the closely guarded secret of the utterly fabulous perfection of Pembrokeshire, I thought we’d end up living somewhere in Cornwall. Both my husband and I (along with everybody else in… Continue reading
We hate it when our friends are successful
I feel sorry for Brutus. OK, so maybe he did conspire against and murder his friend Caesar, paint his arms right up to his elbows in Caesar’s blood, before sashaying into town, his… Continue reading
‘Beware the Ides of March’
As today is the Ides, or the 15th of March – famed as being particularly inauspicious for Julius Caesar, (and he can’t say he wasn’t warned!) – I thought it would be a… Continue reading
It’s Chekhov’s birthday! I made him a cake.
You mean you didn’t? Really? Listen, people. If we’re only going to make birthday cakes for people we know, that will seriously reduce the amount of birthday cake in our lives. Anyway, Anton… Continue reading
All the single (fictional Russian) ladies! Put your hands up! Oh, oh, oh…
More than once I’ve thought it very unfair, that I after sixteen years together I discovered I’d married a cheating dead-beat, and it all went down the toilet. And while my relationships since… Continue reading
Burn, Baby, Burn, like a Dystopian Inferno!
Reading Arthur Miller’s ‘Death of a Salesman’ in 2015 is like checking the timetable of a ship that’s long since sailed. If the seeds of style superceding substance, and being well-liked carrying more… Continue reading
Faustian Tuition Fees
Before I start, I need to say this. Christopher Marlowe died after being stabbed in the head. If it were a knife through a cheek, or an eye socket, that would surely be… Continue reading