Odd, Wonderful and Surprising
The Artic Monkeys sing: ‘Anticipation has a habit to set you up for disappointment in evening entertainment…’ Which was why I tried to not anticipate having a great time last night. But I did have a great time.
The play – My Name Is Rachel Corrie – was good (though to explain why would probably involve another diversion into how I can be anti-Israeli government policy without being anti-Zionist or anti-Semitic). It was not exactly comfort theatre and it brought up a lot old fear and nightmares.
However, it was not to drown flashbacks that a retreat to the Wolf Parlour at the Coal Hole was made. It was wine to fight the weirdness. Two hours and two bottles of Merlot later, the weirdness was submerged beneath the task in hand – trying to break into Embankment Gardens with the rest of another bottle of red and two stolen glasses.
I could never have anticipated anything as odd, wonderful and surprising as last night. Never. Even if I could, the reality would not have been in any way a disappointment.
The play – My Name Is Rachel Corrie – was good (though to explain why would probably involve another diversion into how I can be anti-Israeli government policy without being anti-Zionist or anti-Semitic). It was not exactly comfort theatre and it brought up a lot old fear and nightmares.
However, it was not to drown flashbacks that a retreat to the Wolf Parlour at the Coal Hole was made. It was wine to fight the weirdness. Two hours and two bottles of Merlot later, the weirdness was submerged beneath the task in hand – trying to break into Embankment Gardens with the rest of another bottle of red and two stolen glasses.
I could never have anticipated anything as odd, wonderful and surprising as last night. Never. Even if I could, the reality would not have been in any way a disappointment.
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